Nightingales

Lock me up and throw away my name
 Mock our 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 fall
 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

 So, so still man
 Oh, so still man
 No one [bad word] 
 No one [bad word]