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 what 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 doggie s despair what 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 what 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