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 it's a witch

She?ll be scratching my itch

She?ll be blushing my hide

I feel I've taken a ride



Where the wind is going

If I'm broke or I'm rich

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



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



Down that river side

Where from loneliness I often died

And so many times I will be raised