Wednesday

Nothing here to fear I'm just sitting around Being foolish when there is work to be done Just a hang up call and the quiet breathing of our Persian We call Cajun on a Wednesday So we go from year to year With secrets we've been keeping Though you say you're not a Templar man Seems as if we're circling For very different reasons But one day the Eagle has to land Out past the fountain I left by the station I start the day in the usual way Then think well why not and stop for a coffee And begin to recall things that you say No one's at the door you suggest a ghost Perhaps a phantom I agree with this in part Something is with us I can't put my finger on Is Thumbelina size 10 on a Wednesday So we go from year to year With secrets we've been keeping Though you say you're not a Templar man You tell me to cheer up You suspect we're oddly even Even still the Eagle has to land Out past the fountain I left by the station I start the day in the usual way Then think well why not and stop for a coffee And begin to recall things that you say Pluck up the courage and snap it's gone again I start humming When Doves Cry Can someone help me I think that I'm lost here Lost in a place called America