Nuthinduan Waltz Songtext
von Andrew Bird

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

Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
′Cept wait for nightfall 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

Why do you do when you don't have a clue
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
′Cept wait for nightfall 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