Nuthinduan Waltz letra

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 dogs 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 night fall when the will of the wind has its 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 doggies despair

Why 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 its 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

Andrew Bird's Bowl of Fire - Letras

• (What's Your) Angle?
• 11:11
• 50 Pieces
• Beware
• Candy Shop
• Case in Point
• Cock o' the Walk
• Core and Rind
• Dear Old Greenland
• Dora Goes To Town
• Drinking Song (in The Grande Style)
• Eugene
• Fatal Flower Garden
• Feetlips
• Glass Figurine
• Gris-Gris
• Headsoak
• How Indiscreet
• Ides of Swing
• Minor Stab
• Nuthinduan Waltz
• Pathetique
• Satisfied
• Some of these Days
• Tea and Thorazine
• The Confession
• The Idiot'S Genius
• This Is Not A Song About A Train
• Too Long
• Two Way Action
• Vidalia
• Wait
• Waiting To Talk
• Way Out West
• Why?
• Wishing for Contentment
• Woman's Life and Love