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 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 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 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