An Audience With the Pope

Sweet Jesus, I'm on fire

She has the sweetest, darkest side

And when it comes into her eyes

I know iron and steel couldn't hold me

Good God, I'm easily bruised

So often a moth to her flame

And the things that she's asked me to do

Will see a senior saint forgetting his name

I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm savin' the world at eight

But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me

Everybody's gonna have to wait

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

(Where could she be?) Was that a minute or an hour?

(Where could she be?) She turns the hours into days

Kill the phone, cover the cage

And wait for the doorbell to ring

(Where could she be?) No, she won't come runnin'

(Where could she be?) The world is turnin' at her pace

Kill the phone, cover the cage

And wait for the doorbell to ring

I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm savin' the world at eight

But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me

Everybody's gonna have to wait

I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm savin' the world at eight

But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me

Everybody's gonna have to wait

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm savin' the world at eight

But if she says she needs me, she says she needs me

Everybody's gonna have to wait

Everybody's gonna have to wait

Uh-huh