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