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

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 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 insides 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

mercy, mercy, looking for mercy

Anne, with her father is out in the boat

riding the water

riding the waves on the sea