Where the Wind Is Going

I don't have time for your tears
 It's kinda hard to explain
 I got a bird in my brain
 I got a dog in my ear
 I could be gone for a year
 Where the wind is going
 Indiana or Spain
 Where the wind is going
 I cannot get in that line
 Get to my suffering on time
 I hear the whistling outside
 I think you think its a witch
 She'll be scratching my itch
 She'll be brushing my hide
 I feel like takin' a ride
 Where the wind is going
 If I'm broke then I'll bitch
 Where the wind is going
 I cannot get in that line
 Get to my suffering on time
 Through the barleycorn
 Through the rows of places I was born
 Into Babel's maze
 In that dark design
 Where the neon red of exit signs
 Leads my simple gaze, yeah
 Where the wind is going
 Where the wind is going
 I cannot get in that line
 Get to my suffering on time
 Through the barleycorn
 Through the rows of places I was born
 Into Babel's maze
 In that dark design
 Where the neon red of exit signs
 Leads my simple gaze, yeah
 Down that river side
 Where from loneliness I often died
 And so many times I will be raised