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



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