Scotty checked out this morning
in his customary way
with a glass of good malt whisky in his hand
at least that 8217;s what they say
he didn 8217;t leave much owing
when he finally paid the bill
maybe he should 8217;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 8217;t find it
and the journey seemed too far
but it was just a matter of hanging in
and we 8217;d get there in the end
well it seems you 8217;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 8217;s on his way
but there 8217;s a song i still keep singing
and i 8217;ll never lose the tune
cause Scotty 8217;s out there somewhere
and he 8217;s howling at the moon
he 8217;s howling at the moon
i can hear him, he 8217;s howling at the moon
Scotty 8217;s out there somewhere
he 8217;s howling at the moon
斯科特今天早上离开了
以他习惯的方式
手里拿着一杯上好的威士忌
至少他们是这么说的
当他终于付完帐单
他并没有留下太多财产
也许他应该回敬一下那些亏欠他的
但现在我想他是不会了
我记得有一次他告诉我
我们是生于一颗金星下
有时，我们找不到它
而且旅程似乎太远
但这只是时间问题
我们迟早会到达那儿
啊，看来你就要找到它了
我疯狂而美丽的朋友
“斯科特先生已经离开大楼”
大12弦旧乐器已经打包带走了
演出终于结束，斯科特已上路
但有一首歌我一直唱
我永远不会忘记那曲调
因为斯科特就在某个地方
他在月亮上高声歌唱
我能听见他，在月亮上高声歌唱
斯科特就在某个地方
他在月亮上高声歌唱