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