a mormon missionary walks through vasaalln 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 caf 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