There’s a man in a window down on Mercy street
And you swear he never blinks his eyes
And 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
And 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
Its your second cup of coffee, same as everyday before
Which it could be cause your wearing the same clothes
And a Mondays only Monday cause the kids are back in school
And you finally get a little peace and quite
But you wander up and down this street til its time to go back home
To the television channel with the news
There’s a man in a window down on Mercy street
And you swear he never blinks his eyes
It allows you to look deeper when you catch him on the glass
As 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
And you pass out every evening with a hope that she will call
But you know you’ll never hear from her again
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