He can hear them talking
not saying anything
the vulture sticks to smirking
'cause he knows everything
to the bar for drinks and
everybody moves aside
at least that's what he thinks and
he's floating on the tide
from nowhere to nowhere
ah, but he's been there
the vulture's flying high
the vulture doesn't cry
she reads his fate, his stars
he thinks of girls and cars
and pretends to read a book
while admiring her good looks
he's entangled in his dreams
but doesn't know just what they mean
so he polices his desires
like a fire-man watching fire
refr.
1987.
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