1. Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
Are the dreams all made solid, are the dreams made real
All of the buildings, all of the cars
Were once just a dream in somebody's head
She pictures the broken glass, 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)

2. 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

R: 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


3. 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

R: Dreaming of Mercy Street...

Mercy, mercy looking for mercy
Mercy, looking for mercy
Looking for mercy
Looking for mercy...

Anne with her father is out in the boat
Riding the water,
Riding the waves
On the sea