Standing Tall (with apologies to Bob Seger)

On the wet and windy high roads
Of West Germany
You can hear the boys a-pedalin'
Their missionary pleas
You're thinking about the girlfriend
And family left overseas.

But your thoughts will soon be wanderin'
The way they always do
When you're tracting thirteen hours
And there's not much else to do
And you don't feel much like tractin'
You just wish the day was through.

Here I am, Mormon missionary
There I go, giving my all
Here I am, Frankfurt Germany
There I go...standing tall.

Well you walk onto the city streets
Strung out from your load
And you feel the eyes upon you
As you're shaking from the cold
You pretend it doesn't bother you
But you just want to explode.

Sometimes you can't hear them talk
Other times you can
All the same old cliches,
"Are they JWs or some scam"
And you always feel outnumbered
But you're a brave young man.

Here I am, Mormon missionary
There I go, giving my all
Here I am, Frankfurt Germany
There I go...standing tall.

Out there preaching repentance
Full of faith and full of hope
To the German masses
Who refuse to follow Pope
I feel the powers gathering,
But the people won't take note.

Later in the evening as I say my late night prayers
Begging for catastrophe or two wild mean she-bears
I hear the church bells ringing, ringing loud and clear.

Here I am, on the streets again
There I go, rapping on doors
Here I am, giving all I got
There I go...serve the Lord.
Oh here I am, Mormon missionary
There I go, giving my all
Here I am Frankfurt Germany
There I go...standing tall.


Music (and much of the lyrics) taken from Bob Seger's "Turn the Page".