Musicians;
Graham Larkin - Vocals and Electric Guitar
Mark Aherne - Acoustic Guitar
Chris Fryers - Bass
Dave Thorpe - Drums
Lyrics
Lyrics - Mark Aherne
Music - Graham Larkin
Hey, Mercedes I was out last time you called,
Down in St Martin when my fine momentum stalled.
Missed the drop,
What can I say,
You must have guessed that anyway,
Perhaps next time,
Maybe next year,
If I can get my conscience clear.
Ghosts in the wind,
They laugh, they cry, they dream, they sigh, they sing.
Hey, Mercedes all my fears have been bourn out,
That film they sent me really left me in no doubt.
Another’s taste upon those lips,
A brush of foreign fingertips,
Here’s the rub,
Here’s the call,
Another patsy takes the fall.
Got in too deep,
I leave the window open when I sleep.
Rose Darling sleeps alone
Removed from want or care,
She’s living in her own world
They all love her there,
But oh, step softly,
May all her wild dreams come true.
Please kiss her when she wakes,
Like I used to do.
Hey, Mercedes I am lost as you can see,
My mind a slave to guilt and bogus chemistry.
Send those bones of love to me
And I will treat them reverently,
Build a shrine to my intent,
Gnaw them for my nourishment.
Lace up your shoe,
Who knows what one step will lead us to.