Going To Japan

there's a north wind coming in

and there's a west wind coming in

and there's an east wind coming in

and there's a strong wind blowing in from the south

and there's a sweet metallic taste in my mouth.

there's a dead feeling lingering over the wind.

and there's a one-way ticket in my hot little hand

and I'm kissing your eyelids and I'm going to japan.

there's life and liberty on my tongue

and there's a dead silence where the wind-chimes hung

and on some mountain somewhere in the world it's snowing

but here in the fields there's not a thing growing.

maybe next year, ya know, there is a way of knowing.

there's wind coming in from all directions.

there's a coat on my shoulders--midnight connections.

and I'm kissing you and leaving you behind in the sand.

I'm holding you a while then I'm going to japan.