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
