Residents The Vultures Of Bombay
On a chilly evening in the act of keeping warm Intuition told the prince of some impending harm And so he told his men what he had learned Using slickly coated wings that beat without a hum The vultures of Bombay are leaving today from a city - one by one And now I know they're flying straight to us A storm had ended and the early morning work was done The men were standing in the sand and looking at the sun Mesmerized by something up above The vultures came without a warning but without surprise The prince was playing on an organ - sadness in his eyes And once again he wondered what he'd done They followed us to Cairo They followed us to Rome My friends we need an ending Let us live at home Like a crippled dancer picking roses in the sun The prince of wayward men is singing singing to no one And of course no one is there to hear him sing I'd like to go to Cairo I'd like to go to Rome But traveling is just a bore If you are all alone [email protected]
