Mercy Street
Looking down on empty streets, all she can seeAre the dreams all made solidAre the dreams made real
All of the buildings, all of the carsWere once just a dreamIn somebody's head
She pictures the broken glass, pictures the steamShe pictures a soulWith no leak at the seam
Let's take the boat outWait until darknessLet's take the boat outWait until darkness comes
Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grayNowhere in the suburbsIn the cold light of day
There in the midst of it, so alive and aloneWords support like bone
Dreaming of Mercy StreetWhere you're inside outDreaming of mercyIn your daddy's arms againDreaming of Mercy StreetSwear they moved that signDreaming of mercyIn your daddy's arms
Pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smoothTugging at the darkness, word upon wordConfessing all the secret things in the warm velvet boxTo the priest, he's the doctorHe can handle the shocks
Dreaming of the tendernessThe tremble in the hipsOf kissing Mary's lips
Dreaming of Mercy StreetWhere you're inside outDreaming of mercyIn your daddy's arms againDreaming of Mercy StreetSwear they moved that signLooking for mercyIn your daddy's arms
Mercy, mercy, looking for mercyLooking for mercyMercy, looking for mercyMercy, looking for mercyLooking for mercyOh, mercyLooking for mercy
Anne, with her father, is out in the boatRiding the waterRiding the waves on the sea