作词 : 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 keepin'
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 10 on aWednesday
So we go from year to year
With secrets we've been keepin'
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