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 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