Scotty checked out this morning， 斯科特今早離開， in his customary way， 和他平時一樣， with a glass of good malt whisky in his hand， 手上拿著一杯好喝的麥芽威士忌， at least that's what they say， 至少，他們是這么說的， he didn't leave much owing， 他沒有留下太多的債， when he finally paid the bill， 他最后都還清了， maybe he should've settled a few good scores， 也許他不會得太多贊美， but now i guess， 但我在想， he never will， 他永遠不會得到吧， i remember the time he told me， 我記得那時候他跟我說， we were born under a golden star， 我們都出生在金色的星球下， and maybe sometimes we couldn't find it，也許我們永遠也找不到它， and the journey seemed too far， 人生的旅程似乎很遠， but it was just a matter of hanging in， 但這只是一個問題， and we'd get there in the end， 我們到達終點的時候都會解決的一個問題，well it seems you're going to find it， 好像你已經(jīng)找到答案了， my crazy beautiful friend， 我瘋狂的又善良的朋友， Mr.scott has left the building， 斯科特先生離開了這棟樓， the big old 12 strings is packed away， 帶著他那個大的12弦的樂器， the gig is finally over and Scotty's on his way， 演出結(jié)束，斯科特上路了， but there's a song i still keep singing， 但是我還會唱起那首歌， and i'll never lose the tune， 我永遠不會忘記那旋律， cause Scotty's out there somewhere， 因為斯科特就在那里， and he's howling at the moon， 他就坐在月亮上咆哮， he's howling at the moon， 他就坐在月亮上咆哮， i can hear him, he's howling at the moon，我能聽見他，他正坐在月亮上咆哮，Scotty's out there somewhere， 斯科特就在那里， and he's howling at the moon， 他就坐在月亮上咆哮。