Wednesday lyrics

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 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

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