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
The a voice form the corner she poses
“Are you looking for a friend?”
This could be a child
God knows this
This could be the end

To the beat of your heart as you listen
To the sound of your soul as it sighs
Sunday Morning in the Mission
And I’m glad to be alive

Now the diligence
Of the missionaries
Take this upper road
But with eloquent
Objection
I share my heavy load

‘Cos dreams are done
And lives are lost
And the future is etched
In the stone
And with the hopes and wishes
Now they’re all run dry
You find you’re not alone

To the beat of your heart as you listen
To the sound of your soul as it sighs
Sunday Morning ion the mIssion
And you’re glad that you’re alive


Pearson/Boosh Music BMI/2011