Where the Wind Is Going Lyrics

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 yearWhere the wind is going
Indiana or Spain
Where the wind is going
I cannot get in that line
Get to my suffering on timeI 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 timeThrough the barleycorn
Through the rows of places I was born
Into Babel's mazeIn that dark design
Where the neon red of exit signs
Leads my simple gaze, yeahWhere the wind is going
Where the wind is going
I cannot get in that line
Get to my suffering on timeThrough 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, yeahDown that river side
Where from loneliness I often died
And so many times I will be raised