Wednesday Lyrics

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#'Tabbed' by Tim Peeters, Haarlem, the Netherlands - version 1.0 , December 8th 2002
#tim.peeters@planet.nl
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#*Capo 3rd fret*
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2/2 up-tempo beat
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
change beat to funky 4/4
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
change beat to 3/4
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
change beat to up-tempo 2/2
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
Thumbalina 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 ....
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
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