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 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 its a witch
she?ll be scratching my itch
she?ll be brushing my hide
I think I?ll go for a ride
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