An Audience With The Pope Songtext / Lyric

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 easy bruised

But so often a moth to her flame

And the things that she's asked me to do

Would see a senior saint forgetting his name



I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm saving the world at eight

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

Everybody's going to have to wait, ah, ah



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 running

Where could she be?

The world is turning at her pace

Gonna kill the phone, cover the cage

And wait for the doorbell to ring



I have an audience with the pope

and I'm saving the world at eight

but if she says she needs me

she says she needs me everybody is going to have to wait



I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm saving the world at eight

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

Everybody's going to have to wait



I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm saving the world at eight

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

Everybody's going to have to wait, ah, ah



I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm saving the world at eight

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

Everybody's going to have to wait

Everybody's going to have to wait, ah, ah