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