The Mountain Goats Follow

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