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

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): TORI ELLEN AMOS