Yesterday I met a man Who ruled the world in his sleep A park bench for a pillow It?s a castle in his dream All of his belongings are in A brown bag tied with string But people pass and step around Man without a mission
See him find a lifelong friend in A pigeon in the park The winter cold cuts to the bone A shiver in the dark And people pass and step around Man without a mission
He?s a mission man He?s a man without, a man without a mission He?s a mission man He?s a man without, lost without ambition He?s a mission man Hh?s a man without, lost without a vision
Maybe guided by a vision Maybe in a dream So thank you Merle, for caring for The men without a mission Lost without a vision