Father Brannigan took off his shirt he said …
“Tom you’ve got it bad and that ‘aint good”
Did his best to smile, said … “Tom say your prayers
Prepare to meet your maker”

Tom said … “father I’ve got few or no regrets
I lived my life hard and carried the weight of my intellect
Even if it was only down to the liquor store
Can’t you save me as I am, won’t you save me as I am?”

Father Brannigan said … “hey it’s not my style to reprimand a man
Who’s starin’ death in the eye, but for God’s sake
Be careful with your words my child”

Tom said …”father it’s a load on my heart that I don’t know
The top dog, seems to me this is no time to start lying here
On my back in this dirty street
Can’t you save me as I am, won’t you save me as I am in the nick of time?”

Death was making deals and in no mood for a compromise
“Tom there’s no place that God won’t grace with his presence
And his love as he puts the challenges in places just let him
Into your humble heart, time is short for you”

“Father I’m a man who likes to save his words for bummin’ cigarettes
And sweet talkin’ pretty girls and makin’ bets and I find my tongue is tied
On this matter of the pearly gates of heaven
Can’t you save me as I am, won’t you save me as I am?”

“Don’t blaspheme son your time is short
Can’t you look into your heart and find just one little part
One little place that begs forgiveness?”

Tom just said “save me as I am, won’t you save me as I am in the nick of time?”
Can’t you save me as I am, won’t you save me as I am in the nick of time?”
Father can we really fly…away?