Mission Man

Yesterday I met a man
Who ruled the world in his sleep
A park bench for a pillow
Is a castle in his dreams
All of his belongings are in
A brown bag tied with string
The people pass and step around
Man without a mission

See him find a life-long 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
A 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
He's a man without
Lost without a vision
Ye-eah, ye-eah

Maybe guided
By a vision
Maybe in a dream
So thank you world
For caring for
A man without a mission
Lost without ambition
Lost without a