Taken from the sunlight
Mercury found me again
her timber had that singing sound
her first fingers yellowed with smoke
she looked like night
with Hermes in her bed
and take to the wind
with Hermes blues again
ride the darkest dog
to the valley of sleeping trees
or womanize a hotel
then feel the wind a go go go
and tell me something
that i can hang on
i need to know i got one
right where i left you
a half healthy pocket
and a corner store
saw gay lamay in there
he said "when are you coming home?"
i said: when Hermes wheel gets old