Frank Black - 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 feel like takin' a ride Where the wind is going If I'm broke then I'll b**h 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