Wednesday
Nothing here to fearI’m just sitting aroundbeing foolish when thereis work to be doneJust a hang-up calland the quiet breathingof our Persianwe call Cajun on a Wednesday
so we go from year to yearwith secrets we’ve beenkeepingThough you say you’renot a Templar man
Seems as if we’recircling for verydifferent reasonsBut one day the Eaglehas to land
Out past the fountaina left by the stationI start the dayin the usual wayThen think– well why not —and stop for a coffeethen begin to recallthings that you say
No one’s at the doorYou suggest a ghostperhaps a phantomI agree with this in partSomething is with usI can’t put myfinger on –is Thumbalina size 10on a Wednesday —
so we go from year to yearwith secrets we’ve beenkeepingThough you say you’renot a Templar man
Seems as if we’recircling for verydifferent reasonsBut one day the Eaglehas to land
Out past the fountaina left by the stationI start the dayin the usual wayThen think — well why not —and stop for a coffeethen begin to recallthings that you sayPluck up the courageand snap it’s gone againI start humming “When DovesCry”
Can someone help meI think that I’mLost hereLost in a placecalledAmerica