Nuthinduan Waltz

I'm just an old youth with a cane made of root

And a dog with a nasal disease

I sit when it's breezing, my dog's always sneezing

I swear it's the voice of LouiseWhy do you do when you don't have a clue

And the only thing doing is nothing at all

'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind

Has its way in the grass on a summer's dayAnd the rope ends that hung above layers of dung

Had little on all sides but air

In the buzzing dry wheat that wisp my bare feet

I step on my doggy's despairWhy do you do when you don't have a clue

And the only thing doing is nothing at all

'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind

Has its way in the grass on a summer's day