Mercy Street

Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
 Are the dreams all made solid
 Are the dreams all made real
 All of the buildings, all of those cars
 Were once just a dream
 In somebody's head
 She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
 She pictures a soul
 With no leak at the seam
 Lets 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 st.
 Wear your inside out
 Dreaming of mercy
 In your daddy's arms again
 Dreaming of Mercy St.
 Swear they moved that sign
 Dreaming of mercy
 In your daddy's arms
 Pulling out the papers from the 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 St.
 Wear your insides out
 Dreaming of mercy
 In your daddy's arms again
 Dreaming of Mercy St.
 Swear they moved that sign
 Looking for mercy
 In your daddy's arms
 Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
 Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
 Anne, with her father is out in the boat
 Riding the water
 Riding the waves on the sea