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 the 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

Let’s take the beat 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

The 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 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 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

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