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