There's a man in a window down on Mercy street
cnd you swear he never blinks his eyes
cnd the liquor store owner never remembers you
Though you drop in for your fifth most every night

Though the storms of July, wash these windows of their grime
It only makes the crap inside much less appealing
cnd you wake up every morning with the hope that she might call
But you know you'll never hear from her again

There's a cop in the diner, his ass always on that stool
Though he eyes you as he's talking with old Rose
It's your second cup of coffee, same as every day before
Which it could be cause you're wearing the same clothes

cnd a Mondays only Monday cause the kids are back in school
cnd you finally get a little peace and quite
But you wander up and down this street till its time to go back home
To the television channel with the news

There's a man in a window down on Mercy street
cnd you swear he never blinks his eyes
It allows you to look deeper when you catch him on the glass
cs you pass him in the failing of the light

Though the storms of July, wash these windows of their grime
It only makes the crap reflected more revealing
cnd you pass out every evening with a hope that she will call
But you know you'll never hear from her again