Eastern Terminal

Well do you think your friends will show? (I don't, I don't know)
 Because the light is beginning to go
 If when we speak my cheeks start to burn
 Then I'm a blushing bride ready to learn
 chorus
 Hung out at the Eastern terminal
 All dressed up at dusk for a ride
 Flamingos, and me on one leg
 Swept up in the terminal's tide
 I'm glad they tore that trailer down (I don't, I don't know)
 Though back then you weren't even around
 And now the sun is beginning to sink
 Will I get that promised drink?
 If when you speak my cheeks start to burn
 Then I'm a blushing bride ready to learn
 chorus
 Hung out at the Eastern terminal
 Too messed up at dusk for a ride
 Flamingos, and me on my last legs
 Drowning in the terminal's tide - yeah!