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