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