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
I 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
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
I 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