Missionary
Someone took this clipboard
Put it in my hand
Pointed to a map
Told me where to stand
Only takes a moment
Doesn't cost a dime
Maybe I could change your mind
Your mind
I spent the whole summer
Repeating lines I'd memorized
I was disregarded
I was criticized
Back at the apartment
Poured a glass of wine
Maybe I could never change your mind
your mind
your mind
your mind
I was so proud
In my crimson cap and gown
A little note of paper
But I didn't know it then
That I was running out of time
That I could never change your mind
Your mind
Your Mind
your mind
That I could never change your mind
your mind
your mind
your mind