wednesday ...

status check - peachy
background ambiance - tori

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