Terminus: The City That Names Its Stores

Lyrics

[Intro]
Before the whistle, before the steam,
A stake in red clay, 1837 dream.

[Verse 1]
They drove it deep, that pine wood marker,
Terminus, end of the line, no farther.
J. Edgar Thomson sketched the rails,
From wilderness to hub, no fairy tales.
Martha Lumpkin, 1842's grace,
Her name on maps, a fleeting place.

[Chorus]
We name our stars, our streets, our stores,
Atlanta whispers, forever more.
From Terminus to Murder on Ponce,
Disco lights on Pharr, no remorse.
Kroger ghosts in the aisles we roam,
This city's voice, calling us home.

[Verse 2]
Wilson's daughter faded by '45,
Atlantica-Pacifica, alive.
Surveyor's transit, brass and gleam,
Measured angles, built the scheme.
Now we dub our spots with irreverent fire,
Stripper on Cheshire, Soviet's empty choir.

[Bridge]
Even the bell from that first locomotive,
Rings through time, motive.
No corporate gloss can erase the lore,
Our nicknames stick, forevermore.

[Chorus]
We name our stars, our streets, our stores,
Atlanta whispers, forever more.
From Terminus to Murder on Ponce,
Disco lights on Pharr, no remorse.
Kroger ghosts in the aisles we roam,
This city's voice, calling us home.

[Outro]
Stake in the ground, 1837,
Names that bind, our heaven.