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