Mercy Street

It's been an uphill climb and I'm still getting nowhere
Turn your trumpet down let's listen to the rain fall
Cats and dogs falling from the sky
Me here I ask you why on Mercy Street
I call my home

The sisters are all out standing on the corner
Praying that we can be set free
I turn and walk neglectful of their hope
If it were up to me Mercy Street would never ever be but
It's my home it's where I'll be

It's not going to hurt you I'll drive it away
I'm in your shadow at least for today

Finger snaps echo on the dark side
It's never safe but that's how I like it
Calypso girl I see you in the doorway
I've got some wine would you like some?
Mercy Street, it seems there's plenty

Sweating cold on Mercy Street
Getting old on Mercy Street
Mercy Street, I call my home
Lamp post dodge sunrays from the heavens
Garbage dogs acting like a menace
Mercy Street, I call my home

Sweating cold on Mercy Street
Getting old on Mercy Street
Mercy Street, I call my home I call my home I call my home...



Credits
Writer(s): James Légère
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