for anne sexton 
  
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