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