A Mission

Now I am standing alone at the top of your hill

with no one to meet me and no one to pick up the bill

guess that my drinking has become a form of religion

I pray to it nightly on knees like a devoted christian

and now I am a no one

and now I am a known one

you are the river, but baby, you know I can\'t swim

you run through me coldly through mountains, through trees and through hills

guess that my drinking has become a form of a prison

and next to a veteran I lay on a cot, in a mission

and now I am a no one

and now I am a known one

and now I am a no one

and now I am a known one