Lyrics

Sunday Morning in the Mission
 
Cruisin’ out of Haight Street
A night in Buena Vista park
The eastern glimmer
Of the morning she comes
The sky was not quite dark
And then a voice form the corner she poses
“Are you looking for a friend?”
This could be a child, God knows this
Could be the end
And to the beat of your heart as you listen
To the sound of your soul as it sighs
Sunday Morning in the Mission
And you’re glad you’re alive
 
Now the diligence
Of you missionaries
You take this uphill road
But in eloquent objection
I share my heavy load
‘Cos dreams are done
And lives are lost
And the future is etched in this stone
And now the hopes and wishes all run dry
You find you’re not alone
And to the beat of your heart you will listen
To the sound of your soul as it sighs
Sunday Morning in the Mission
And you’re glad to be alive