Where the Wind Is Going Lyrics

	作词 : Black
	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 bitch
	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

	zuo ci : Black
	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 bitch
	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

	zuò cí : Black
	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 bitch
	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

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