Scavenger On The Wind

There's a scavenger on the wind alone
Where he roams in the land of the dust and bones
Isn't it a gruesome sight to see when the worms are your company
So take em back to the winding old oak tree

Nobody wants to be your friend when you're a scavenger on the wind

Late at night when the moon hangs low
You can see a silhouette in the glow
And the purple fog is rolling in

There's a scavenger on the wind alone
And the moon has grown to be yellow
I know the time is running low, but there's still a place to go
So let me take you down to the murky road

Give em back to the earth again, and you're a scavenger on the wind

Give em back to the earth again, and you're a scavenger on the wind