Nothing here to fear 
I'm just sitting around
being foolish when there
is work to be done 
Jjust 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 Thumbalina 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

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 
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