Where The Wind Is Going Lyrics - 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