Sister Buddha
takes the all night bus
Sister Buddha looking for
the thing that makes her buzz
Sister Buddha wakes up far from
home and all she knows
There's an itch that she's
dying to scratch, her face,
her clothes, her skin
Step across the lonely threshold
of your selfish mind
And embrace the loving
goodness of your human kind
And if God won't show her face,
fall upon your inner soul's embrace
And I'll send you all
the love that I can find
Sister Buddha
checking out the scene
Sister Buddha works the catwalk,
surfs the coffee bean
Sister Buddha ran the streets
with all the usual boys
But there has to be more
than the thrills that fills
the circus ring
Step across the lonely
threshold of your selfish mind
And embrace the wayward
goodness of your human kind
And if God won't show her face,
fall upon your lonely
soul's embrace
And I'll send you all
the prayers that I can find
And if God won't show her face,
fall upon your loving soul's embrace
And I'll send you all
the love that I can find
