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
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
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
