Where The Wind Is Going

I dont have time for your tears
Its 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 it's a witch
Shell be scratching my itch
Shell be blushing my hide
I feel I've taken a rideWhere 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 timeThrough the barleycorn
Through the rows of places I was born
Into Babels maze
In that dark design
Where the neon red of exit signs
Leads my simple gazeWhere 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 Babels maze
In that dark design
Where the neon red of exit signs
Leads my simple gazeDown that river side
Where from loneliness I often died
And so many times I will be raised