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
