Wednesday (2023 remaster) Songtext
von 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, a 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, a 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′l Lost here
Lost in a place called America