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