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