Look for hints in the show
Cause the clues are all scattered
They are there don't you know?
Now the plot is all scattered
Locke is torn, Sawyer's battered
And poor Hurley just keeps getting fatter
And the hatch, was all shattered
Guess after all it really did matter
Though it's gone, clues are scattered

For the clues we are searching
From the start of the show
See the numbers enough
Black smoke got Mr. Ecko
And Desmond, he can see
Into the future, it seems
And the Others, captured Jack
So he could operate on Ben's back
And I've been out of my mind
Cause it always gets wracked

I look for clues, in episodes
So many there, like it's in code
What can I do, for my poor mind?
Those scattered clues, they leave behind
An old film reel of that Dharma guy
Another flashback where poor Kate she cries
The Jesus-stick with its cryptic claims
Will we see Walt and Michael again?

And Jacks' life is all scattered
Ever since the plane smashed
He gets angry, so much faster
Like when "Henry" said that he crashed
Ben got bruised,
Ben got battered
When Sayid thought something was the matter
And with electromagnets
Dharma screwed the island up
So very bad

Michael blew Anna away
Got Libby too, thought "what they hey?!"
Funerals, out on the beach
Sawyer he seems, so out of reach
I've watched the show, thousands of times
Kate committed all of those crimes
And is she sorry, for what she's done?
Will Charlie raise his own son?

I wish I knew, wish I could prove
The little clues, we find the show
Charlie chucked out all of his blow
Hints scattered here, clues scattered there
Easter Eggs scattered everywhere

Season three, it just grinded
To an untimely halt
It'll be back in a few months
Can't say who's really at fault
In the end, will the whole story
Wrap up in a wondrous last glory?
And all the much-wanted answers
To my obsessive mind, will be unveiled in time
Hidden and scattered
Does each little clue matter?
Hope they keep writing confusing new chapters
To an amazing show
I'll be sad come time it does go