Scotty checked out this morning
In his customary way,
With a glass of good malt whiskey 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 string 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.