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, statements just seem vain at last.

Some rise, some fall, some climb, to get to Terrapin.



Counting stars by candlelight, all are dim but one is bright;

The spiral light of Venus, rising first and shining best,

On, from the northwest corner, of a brand new crescent moon,

While crickets and cicadas sing, a rare and different tune,

Terrapin Station.



In the shadow of the moon, Terrapin Station.

And I know we'll get there soon, Terrapin Station.

I can't figure out, Terrapin, if it's the end or beginning, Terrapin,

But the train's put it's brakes on, Terrapin,

And the whistle is screaming, TERRAPIN