Scotty

Scotty checked out this morning

in his customary way

with a glass of good malt whisky in his hand

at least that's what they say

he didn't leave much owing

when he finally paid the bill

maybe he should've settled a few old scores

but now i guess

he never will

i remember the time he told me

We were born under a golden star,

and maybe sometimes we couldn't find it,

and the journey seemed too far,

but it was just a matter of hanging in,

and we'd get there in the end.

Well,it seems you're going to find it.

my crazy beautiful friend

Mr.scott has left the building

the big old 12 strings is packed away

the gig is finally over and Scotty's on his way

but there's a song i still keep singing

and i'll never lose the tune

cause Scotty's out there somewhere

and he's howling at the moon

he's howling at the moon

i can hear him, he's howling at the moon

Scotty's out there somewhere

and he's howling at the moon