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

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, a 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