To Know Your Mission - Jens Lekman, LouLou Lamotte

A Mormon missionary walks through Vasaallén

Through a clear-as-crystal Gothenburg morning

Removing his suit jacket, loosening his tie

Wiping the sweat from his neck and the sleep from his eyes

It’s 1997, the last morning of August

At the corner of 7-Eleven he hears the broadcast

Another saint is lost, Lady Di’s returned to stardust

He listens to the tragic news, followed by the Top 10 tunes

All, all

We have left

All, all

We have left

All, all

We have left

All, all

We have left

Will Smith, Puff Daddy, Gala, Chumbawamba

On the other side of the street he passes Café Java

Where no one listens to that crap

Oh, coffee and hair dyed raven black

All so sure of everything except one question

What’s our mission?

What are we here for?

Who are we serving?

What can we do?

What’s our mission?

What are we here for?

Who are we serving?

What can we do?

He bumps into a teenage boy leaning 'gainst the fence

Who takes his headphones off and introduces himself as Jens

Riffling through the Book of Mormon, says it’s way too early in the morning

Instead of talking about religion, can we just talk about how it feels?

To know your mission

To know what you’re here for

To know who you’re serving

To know what to do

To know your mission

To know what you’re here for

To know who you’re serving

To know what to do

To have a dream

A GPS in your heart

A path to follow

Through the dark

Well, Jens says, «I write songs sometimes

But they’re kinda bad

So if that doesn’t work out

I want to be a social worker just like my dad

I just want to listen to people’s stories

Hear what they have to say»

My friends say, «Just be a shrink then»

But I don’t know, I don’t think I’ll have the grades

But in a world of mouths

I want to be an ear

If there’s a purpose to all this

Then that’s why God put me here

I know what I’m here for

I know who I’m serving

I’m serving you

I’m serving you

All, all

We have left

All, all

We have left

All, all

We have left

All, all