Letras Nuthinduan Waltz - Andrew Bird

Nuthinduan Waltz

I’m just an old youth with a cane made of root\nAnd a dog with a nasal disease\nI sit when it’s breezing, my dog’s always sneezing\nI swear it’s the voice of Louise\nWhy do you do when you don’t have a clue\nAnd the only thing doing is nothing at all\n'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind\nHas its way in the grass on a summer’s day\nAnd the rope ends that hung above layers of dung\nHad little on all sides but air\nIn the buzzing dry wheat that wisp my bare feet\nI step on my doggy’s despair\nWhy do you do when you don’t have a clue\nAnd the only thing doing is nothing at all\n'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind\nHas its way in the grass on a summer’s day\nI’m just an old youth with a cane made of root\nAnd a dog with a nasal disease