The Mission

Crying tired Of trying to live on old memories Of so-called better days Within a future That never quite resembles Any kind of forward gaze If I was a betting man Tell you what I'd do I'd let go of the difference between me and you Oh warm light shining on the mission On the mission Oh warm light shining on the mission If I decide to shine ain't wrong Then I won't need to be right at all On the mission Bruised and battered You know the ways they're trying to get you but you're You're just lost for any other kind of way And that old need to matter Slaps on the chain But my brain is so addicted to it yeah And if I were a better man I'd tell you where I'd be Sat down looking for what every Bodhisattva sees Oh warm light shining on the mission On the mission Oh warm light shining on the mission If I decide to shine ain't wrong Then I won't need to be right at all Oh on the mission yeah Waves of delicious nostalgia To shine is coming home from all of that that mess Oh warm light shining on the mission On the mission Oh warm light shining on the mission Oh warm light shining on the mission uh yeah Oh warm light shining on the mission If I decide to shine ain't wrong Then I won't need to be right at all Oh oh On the mission