Paroles de Wednesday

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 ten 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...