Yesterday I met a man Who ruled the world in his sleep Park bench for a pillow A castle in his dream All of his belongings In a brown bag tied with string People pass and step around The man lost without a mission See him find a lifelong friend A pigeon in the park Winter cuts to the bone A shiver in the dark Maybe guided by a vision The message in a dream So thank you Merle, for caring for The men lost without the mission
He’s a mission man He’s a man without a mission He’s a man without ambition He’s a man without a vision