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

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• Amber Waves
• Another Girl's Paradise
• Carbon
• Crazy
• Don't Make Me Come to Vegas
• Gold Dust
• I Can't See New York
• Pancake
• Scarlet's Walk
• Strange
• Sweet Sangria
• Taxi Ride
• Virginia
• Wampum Prayer
• Wednesday