The sailor, comin' out again
The lady fairly leapt at him
That's how it stands today
You decide if he was wise
The story teller makes no choice
Soon you will not hear his voice
His job is to shed, and not to master
Inspiration, move me brightly
Light the song with sense and color
Hold away despair
More than this I will not ask
Faced with mysteries dark and vast
Terrapin station
Terrapin
Terrapin
Terrapin
Terrapin
The compass always points to Terrapin
Terrapin station
Terrapin station
Terrapin, inspriation
Terrapin
Terrapin
Terrapin