Wednesday — Tori Amos

Nothing here to fear

Im 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 weve been keeping

Though you say youre not a templar man

Seems as if were 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 ones at the door

You suggest a ghost

Perhaps a phantom

I agree with this in part

Something is with us

I cant put my finger on --

Is thumbelina size 10

On a wednesday --

So we go from year to year

With secrets weve been keeping

Though you say youre not a templar man

You tell me to cheer up

You suspect were 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

Its gone again

I start humming when doves cry

Can someone help me

I think that Im lost here

Lost in a place called america