Audience with the Man

You lead the lost sheep up to the mountain
You tell them everything's gonna be OK
With that old familiar smile that everybody's seen

There's a million or more if you're counting
And they're waiting for words but you've nothing to say
It's that old familiar sting where everybody's clean

You start mumbling, they're applauding
Everyone's screaming your name
There's a rumbling while you're lording it
Everyone's watching your game

There's little now to be said for this
Oh you know we've done all we can
So everyone's waiting for an audience with the man

We've gone from Shakespeare, Dickens and Churchill
We've had Nixon, Napoleon, Kennedy too
They all had that old familiar smile that everybody knows

How the West was won is a legend
But how the Empire fell is known only to the few
It's like that old rodeo where anything goes

It's a night-out but a wipe-out
'Cause Mary's gone mislaid the sheep
You're still talking but only to the walking dead
'Cause they've all gone asleep

There's little now to be said for this
Oh you know we've done all we can
And so everyone's waiting for an audience with the man

Pa talks like it's politics, claims: ('The Pope's a friend of mine')
Ma's in the chapel preaching fear of the Lord
While junior's committing a crime
So everything is fine

You go for a night-out, it's a regular wipe-out
'Cause Mary's gone lost the sheep
You, you're still talking but only to the walking dead
'Cause they've all gone asleep

So there's little now to be said for this
Oh you know we've done all we can
And so everyone's waiting for an audience with the man

Everyone's waiting for an audience with the big big man
Everyone's waiting for an audience with the big big man
Everyone's waiting for an audience with the big big man
Everyone's waiting for an audience with the big big man