Scuby - Little Wings

Totally lost in fog, who’s not?

I plan my bindle over and over

Left alone now like a log to rot

I dig it deep beneath the clover

Way far out beyond the buoy weave

Our October shark is waiting

I looked twice as soft again

As this autumn bore a baby

Steer clear‚ Scuby in the canyon

In the mere where winter is the way

While we fear the wooden city’s warning

All a-blear‚ waiting for the day

Scuby’s gone again

Scuby’s gone again

Scuby’s gone again

Scuby’s gone again

So the sun slants in the windows warm

Three days of hanging take me over

In the seashell’s out a creature forms

So that the weaved becomes the wover

Further in sandy state

I lit a pumpkin for the evening

Tall trees overhead are swaying

And all the daylight started leaving

Where you wait

Scuby of the canyon

Once you find again the coast is clear

At the door‚ he went but hesitating

So his name’s still ringing in my ear

Scuby’s gone again

Scuby’s gone again

Scuby’s gone again

Scuby’s gone again