Lyric 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 a left by the station i start the day
in the usual way
then think -- well why not --
and stop for a coffee
then 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 thumbalina size 10 on a wednesday --
so we go you tell me
to cheer up
you suspect we re oddly even
even still
the eagle has to land
out past the fountain
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