Wednesday (Album Version)

Wednesday(Album Version) - 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

And 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 I left by the station

I start the day in the usual way

Then think well why not and stop for a coffee

And 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