An empty street in Ohio, looking to kill some time,
We stumbled into Cairo; Egypt must be divine,
And a jukebox plays while a little clown sways,
Hey, it's two songs for a dime.
And I know that mercy lives here,
Oh, mercy lives here,
At home with the saints and the sinners,
Mercy lives here.
A girl in the corner is crying,
The silver haired lady's alone,
And the queen of the boulevard's trying to hustle somebody home,
A smoking man shakes while the broken girl aches,
And the clown starts to sing his song.
He sings, "Mercy lives here,"
Oh, mercy lives here,
At home with the saints and the sinners,
Mercy lives here.
Mercy, oh, mercy,
Mercy, oh, mercy.
And the clown at the bar laughs and lights a cigar,
And we all start to sing along.
We sing, "Mercy lives here,"
Oh, mercy lives here,
At home with the saints and the sinners,
Mercy lives here,
I know that mercy lives here,
I know that mercy lives here,
Oh, mercy, mercy.
