Looking down on empty streets all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid
Are the dreams all made real
All of the building
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 steam
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness
Let's take the boat out
Wait until darkness come
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
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Swear they move that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms
Pulling out the papers from 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
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms again
Dreaming of Mercy Street
Swear they move that sign
Looking for mercy
In your daddy's arms
