To Know Your Mission

A Mormon missionary walks through Vasa lane
 Through a clear-as-crystal Gothenburg morning
 Removing his suit jacket, loosening his tie
 Wiping the sweat from his neck and the sleep from his eyes
 It's 1997, the last morning of August
 At the corner of 7-Eleven he hears the broadcast
 Another saint is lost, Lady Di's returned to stardust
 He listens to the tragic news, followed by the Top 10 tunes
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 Will Smith, Puff Daddy, Gala, Chumbawamba
 
 On the other side of the street he passes Café Java
 Where no one listens to that crap
 Oh, coffee and hair dyed raven black
 All so sure of everything except one question
 What's our mission?
 What are we here for?
 Who are we serving?
 What can we do?
 What's our mission?
 What are we here for?
 Who are we serving?
 What can we do?
 He bumps into a teenage boy leaning 'gainst the fence
 Who takes his headphones off and introduces himself as Jens
 Riffling through the Book of Mormon, says it's way too early in the morning
 Instead of talking about religion can we just talk about how it feels
 To know your mission
 To know what you're here for
 To know who you're serving
 To know what to do
 To know your mission
 To know what you're here for
 To know who you're serving
 To know what to do
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 To have a dream
 A GPS in your heart
 A path to follow
 Through the dark
 Well, Jens says I write songs sometimes
 But they're kinda bad
 So if that doesn't work out
 I want to be a social worker just like my dad
 I just want to listen to people's stories
 Hear what they have to say
 My friends say, "Just be a shrink then"
 "But I don't know. I don't think I'll have the grades."
 But in a world of mouths
 I want to be an ear
 If there's a purpose to all this
 Then that's why God put me here
 I know what I'm here for
 I know who I'm serving
 I'm serving you
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 I'm serving you