I turn and walk away
Then I come round again
Looks as though tomorrow
I’ll do pretty much the same

I must turn down your offer
But I’d like to ask a break
You know I’m ready to give anything
For anything I take

Someone called my name you know I turned around to see
It was midnight in the mission and the bells were not for me
Come again
Walking along in the mission in the rain
Come again
Walking along in the mission in the rain

Ten years ago I walked this street, my dreams were riding tall
Tonight I would be thankful Lord, for any dreams at all
Some folks would be happy just to have one dream come true
But everything you gather is just more that you can lose

All the things I planned to do, I only did half way
Tomorrow will be Sunday, born of rainy Saturday
There’s some satisfaction in the San Francisco rain
No matter what comes down, the mission always looks the same