I Hope They Call Me On A Mission Songtext
von Marc With a C

Where I come from, there are no lights when the sun goes down
Light up a fire and watch the embers fall from the ground
Where I once lived, all the crossroads intersect
Everybody waits their turn, they′ve all got kids to protect

A glass of water, a smoke free room
Up early at morning, at your door at noon
A pen and paper, a first edition
Four dollars a day, I hope they call me on a mission


You never loved me, and I found that out alone
When you could have told me, you could have saved me from going home
But home is gone now, it's a valley with no sun
The mountains shadow everything and everyone

A glass of water, a smoke free room
Up early at morning, at your door at noon
A pen and paper, a first edition
Four dollars a day, I hope they call me on a mission

A glass of water, a smoke free room
Up early at morning, at your door at noon
A pen and paper, a first edition
Four dollars a day, I hope they call me on a mission