thin wild mercury

poor phil ochs

sad and low

hands in his pockets

wonderin' where to go

watching those tail lights leave him behind

thrown for the limousine for speaking his mind

like a red-eyed photo into a garbage can

at the corner of hero and also-ran

a fragile heart skipped a fragile beat

it's warm in the limousine

cold on the streets of

thin wild mercury

and gold lame

where things will go your way

or they won't

thin wild mercury

and gold lame

you know what they say

or you don't

it was all over some new dylan song

that phil had the nerve to say sounded wrong

dylan stopped the car

words shook like a fist

phil