Mercury (Acoustic)

She is trapped inside a month of gray,
And they take a little every day.
She is a victim of her own responses,
Shackled to a heart that wants to settle, and then runs away.

It's a sin to be fading endlessly.
Yeah, but she's all right with me.

She is leaving on a walkaway.
She is leaving me in disarray.
In the absence of a place to be,
She stands there looking back at me,
Hesitates, and then turns away.

She'll change so suddenly-- she's just like mercury.
Yeah, but she's all right with me.

Keep some sorrow in your hearts and minds
For the things that die before their time:
For the restlessly abandoned homes,
The tired and weary rambler's bones.
And stay beside me where I lie.

She's entwined in me-- crazy as can be.
Yeah, but she's all right with me.
She's all right-- she's all right with me.