21 years old and freshly graduate from the University of Texas at Austin, with a double major in Spanish and History. At graduation, she was set up to enter a graduate school program and work in a Spanish immersion day care in Tempe, Arizona, but something is calling her toward a life she'd been taken out of, to a woman who gave her away, and to a life that is nothing like what she'd ever planned for.
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 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 ~Wednesday by Tori Amos