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  sallysally@lyrics.ch