A G F# 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 E I could be gone for a year Chorus: D A Where the wind is going F# E Indiana or Spain D A Where the wind is going F# E D I cannot get in that line B F# 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 Chorus: 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 D E F# Through the barleycorn A D E F# Through the rows of places I was born A E Into Babel’s maze D E F# In that dark design A D E F# Where the neon red of exit signs A E Leads my simple gaze Chorus: 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E F# G B |