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      lets 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 st.   wear your inside out   dreaming of mercy   in your daddy('s arms again   dreaming of mercy st.   '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 st.   wear your insides out   dreaming of mercy   in your daddy's arms again   dreaming of mercy st.   '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