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
