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"The Terminal Purgatory (Waiting for the Red Text)" is a chill Lo-Fi Jazz track that captures the universal experience of the travel delay. Set against the backdrop of a fluorescent-lit airport terminal, the song explores the feeling of being stuck in limbo—where time stretches, strangers become neighbors, and the "Delayed" sign dictates your fate. With a relaxed beat, muted trumpet, and observational lyrics, this is the perfect soundtrack for waiting, studying, or just watching the world go by.

Lyrics:

The carpet smells like coffee and regret, We haven't left the ground, we haven't started yet. I’m sitting in a chair designed to hurt the spine, Watching the minutes crawl across the design. The businessman is sleeping on his expensive coat, A castaway upon a concrete boat. We gather 'round the outlet like a fire in the night, Praying to the gods for a little percentage light. (Ten percent... five percent...)

The screen flickers yellow, the screen flickers red. A story of a journey that is currently dead. We are not here, and we are not there. We are floating in the static of the conditioned air.

Welcome to the Terminal Purgatory! Where the coffee is stale and the end of the story— Is pushed back an hour, then pushed back two, There is absolutely nothing that you can do. So watch the people, watch the clock, We are the prisoners of the gate and the lock. (Just wait... just wait...)

I bought a sandwich for the price of a car, I’m wondering how we ever got this far. The lady with the cat is talking to the wall, The pilot’s buying candy at the shop down the hall. A strange civilization forms in Gate B-Five, Just strangers trying to keep the boredom alive. We share a look, a shrug, a heavy sigh, United by the lie of the open sky. (The open lie...)

The screen flickers yellow, the screen flickers red. A story of a journey that is currently dead. We are not here, and we are not there. We are floating in the static of the conditioned air.

Welcome to the Terminal Purgatory! Where the coffee is stale and the end of the story— Is pushed back an hour, then pushed back two, There is absolutely nothing that you can do. So watch the people, watch the clock, We are the prisoners of the gate and the lock.

Maybe this is it. Maybe we never leave. Maybe we just live here now... Between the departure and the arrival. It's peaceful, in a way. If you stop fighting the clock.

(Flight 404 is now boarding... never.) (Have a nice stay.)

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