Little Wings - Scuby lyrics

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