Vultures in the Street

I saw some vultures in the street

They looked at me with crooked smiles

And though their beaks revealed no teeth

A smile's implied by their eyes

Which seemed awful happy to see me

I think about you all the time

You think about me just as much

I care for you just like a child

Cares for its favorite things

Like books, or toys, and such as

I'm not asking for the truth

I don't wanna be cut loose

I'm not asking for the truth

I don't wanna be cut loose

Now back to vultures in the street

They stayed for moments, felt like hours

Flew by, and when they spread their wings

I was mesmerized by how

They could fly

You yourself are easy to love

And I know you know I know

And as I think about the future

And the past, I realized

Just how lucky I am

I'm not asking for the truth

I don't wanna be cut loose

I'm not asking for the truth

I don't wanna be cut loose

I'm not asking for the truth

I don't wanna be cut loose

I'm not asking for the truth

I don't wanna be cut loose