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 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
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


Lyrics submitted by merchantpierce

Wednesday Lyrics as written by Tori Ellen Amos

Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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    General CommentOne of the three best songs, in my opinion on Scarlet's Walk (Wednesday, Carbon, Gold Dust)
    It's just about American life. That Americans like to beat around the bush. I'm guessing. There's probably a lot more to it.
    buddha boyon February 13, 2006   Link

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