Composed, performed, produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
Pocket full of change, and a paper note trust,
I'm walking slow where the streetlights rust.
There's a woman by the doorway with a frowned face sight,
Like a child without hope, no glimmer in their eyes.
An errand of mercy, carrying the world on shoulders,
Stitching the torn and weary - weeding out any trouble.
Like a chorus in the distance, or a sunrise after night,
On an errand of mercy, bringing destiny into sight.
If love was a river, it would flow to the sea,
With a thousand small currents pushing hope back into me.
When thunder shakes the rooftops and the sky starts to cry,
We'll be the quiet answer - a light that will not lie.
An errand of mercy, carrying the world on shoulders,
Stitching the torn and weary - weeding out any trouble.
Like a chorus in the distance, or a sunrise after night,
On an errand of mercy, bringing destiny into sight.
Angels that come around are on missions to mend,
All of the mistakes and hardships we try to fend.
Step by step, we draw a map made out of care,
So all the past wrong may default into the air.
An errand of mercy, carrying the world on shoulders,
Stitching the torn and weary - weeding out any trouble.
Like a chorus in the distance, or a sunrise after night,
On an errand of mercy, bringing destiny into sight.
Copyright 2025; Bob Forbes