Where The Wind Is Going - Frank Black

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 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

Shell be scratching my itch

Shell 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 Babels 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 Babels 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