Nightingales

Lock me up and throw away my name
Mock my love, it don’t break
Wind and grind, it’s only
Wind and grind, it’s how the days go by
It’s only wind and grind

Mark (?) this laugh in front the under-porch (?)
Slap the arm, break my heart
I’ve got eyes, man, I’ve got eyes

Throw my ashes in the air when I die
No desire for a headstone site

Wind and grind, it’s only
Wind and grind, it’s how the days go by
It’s only wind and grind

Oh, it's all so still man, all so still man
No one to call, no one to call