frank black
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 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 Babel?s 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 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 