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 good 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