Mercy Street

Looking down on empty streets

All she can see

Are the dreams all made solid

Are the dreams made real

All of the buildings

All of the cars

Were once just a dream

In somebody's head

She pictures the broken glass

Pictures the steam

She pictures a soul

With no leak at the seams

Let's take the boat out

Wait until darkness

Let's take the boat out

Wait until darkness comes

Nowhere in the corridors

Of pale green and grey

Nowhere in the suburbs

In the cold light of day

There in the midst of it

So alive and alone

Words support like bone

Dreaming of Mercy Street

Wear your inside out

Dreaming of mercy

In your daddy's arms again

Dreaming of Mercy Street

Swear they moved that sign

Dreaming of mercy

In your daddy's arms

Pulling out the papers

From drawers that slide smooth

Tugging at the darkness

Word upon word

Confessing all the secret things

In the warm velvet box

To the priest, he's the doctor

He can handle the shocks

Dreaming of the tenderness

The tremble in the hips

Of kissing Mary's lips

Dreaming of Mercy Street

Wear your inside out

Dreaming of mercy

In your daddy's arms again

Dreaming of Mercy Street

Swear they moved that sign

Looking for mercy

In your daddy's arms

Mercy, mercy

Looking for Mercy Street

Looking for mercy

Mercy, looking for mercy

Looking for mercy

Looking for mercy

Looking for mercy

Looking for mercy

Anne, with her father is out in the boat

Riding the water

Riding the waves on the sea