I step on my doggy's despair
I'm just an old youth with a cane made of root
Has its way in the grass on a summer's day
In the buzzing dry wheat that wisp my bare feet
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
'Cept wait for night fall when the will of the wind
And the only thing doing is nothing at all
Has its way in the grass on a summer's day
Why do you do when you don't have a clue
Why do you do when you don't have a clue
I swear it's the voice of Louise
Had little on all sides but air
And the rope ends that hung above layers of dung
