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 keepin'

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 aWednesday

So we go from year to year

With secrets we've been keepin'

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