Mercy Street Live

And over here Has a drumstick. But gente in Arancione Have left us a little present here, A boat, piccola barca. So what you have to imagine, Alvy, Is a Multi-acqua Mare, A sea. And it's the work of this amazing poet, Anne Sexton, That inspired this song, which is called Mercy Street. Dreaming of Mercy Street. Where you're inside out, dreaming of Mercy. In your daddy's arms again, Dreaming of Mercy Street. I swear they moved that sign, looking For mercy In your daddy's arms. 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 border. Wait until darkness. Let's take the border. Wait until darkness comes. Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and gray. Nowhere in the suburbs in the cold light of Day. There in the midst of it, so alive and Alone. Words upon like bone. Dreaming of Mercy Street. Where you're inside out, dreaming of Mercy. In your daddy's arms again, Dreaming of Mercy Street. I swear they moved 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. Where you're inside out, looking for Mercy. In your daddy's arms again, Dreaming of Mercy Street. I swear they moved that sign, looking for Mercy In your daddy's arms. Mercy. Looking for mercy. Mercy. Looking for mercy. Looking for mercy. Looking for mercy. Looking for mercy. Mercy. Mercy. Mercy. I'm with the father. He's out in the boat, Riding the water, Riding the waves On the sea. Mr. Richard Evans on the whistle.