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