Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire, Andrew Bird - Nuthinduan Waltz lyrics
[Andrew Bird’s Bowl of Fire, Andrew Bird - Nuthinduan Waltz lyrics]
I'm just an old yout 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 Louise
What 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 it's way in the grass on a summer's day
And the rope ends that hung
Above layers of dung
Had little on all sides but air
In the buzzing dry wheat that
Wisps my bare feet
I step on my doggie's despair
What 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 it's way in the grass on a summer's day
What 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 it's way in the grass on a summer's day
I'm just an old yout with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease
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 Louise
What 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 it's way in the grass on a summer's day
And the rope ends that hung
Above layers of dung
Had little on all sides but air
In the buzzing dry wheat that
Wisps my bare feet
I step on my doggie's despair
What 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 it's way in the grass on a summer's day
What 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 it's way in the grass on a summer's day
I'm just an old yout with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease