Mercy Street - Kate McGarry
Looking down on empty streets
All she can see
Are the dreams made solid
Are the dreams 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
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
Dreaming of mercy
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
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
Dreaming of Mercy
Dreaming of Mercy