Down in my valley
There are vultures like lovers
That search for that something
To hold on to
Maybe it's crazy
To hope for something more
Than flesh, bones, teeth, and skin
Won't they ever let you in
Would you hold my hair back
When I'm sick
Sometimes we can't say
What we're meant to
Crying kids don't remember
Those fun days
From all of their kicking
And screaming.
