Had little on all sides but air
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind
Has its way in the grass on a summer's day
Songwriter: Andrew Bird
Has its way in the grass on a summer's day
And the only thing doing is nothing at all?
In the buzzing dry wheat that wisps my bare feet
I'm just an old yout with a cane made of root
And a dog with a nasal disease
And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung
And a dog with a nasal disease
I swear it's the voice of Louise
What do you do when you don't have a clue
What do you do when you don't have a clue
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind
Publisher: WEGAWAM MUSIC
What do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all?
I sit when it's breezing, my dog's always sneezing
And the only thing doing is nothing at all?
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind
I step on my doggie's despair
I'm just an old yout with a cane made of root
Has its way in the grass on a summer's day