Wednesday - Tori Amos

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, I 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, I 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