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
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