You're bringing me down, I'm running aground, Blind in the lights of the interstate cars, Passing me by, the busses and the semis, Plunging like stones from a slingshot from mars. But I'm here on the road, bound to the load, That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars. Alone with the rush of the drivers that won't pick me up, The highway, the moon, and clouds and the stars. Black throated wind, keeps on pourin' in, With it's words of a life where nothing is new, Ah, mother American night, I pass from the light, Ah, I'm drownin' in you. I left St. Louie, city of blues, In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget. I tried to pretend it came to an end, Cause you weren't the women I once thought I'd met. But I can't deny, times have gone by, Well I never had doubts or thoughts of regret, And I was a man when all this began, Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet. Black throated wind, whisper in sin,
You're bringing me down, I'm running aground, Blind in the lights of the interstate cars, Passing me by, the busses and the semis, Plunging like stones from a slingshot from mars. But I'm here on the road, bound to the load, That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars. Alone with the rush of the drivers that won't pick me up, The highway, the moon, and clouds and the stars. Black throated wind, keeps on pourin' in, With it's words of a life where nothing is new, Ah, mother American night, I pass from the light, Ah, I'm drownin' in you. I left St. Louie, city of blues, In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget. I tried to pretend it came to an end, Cause you weren't the women I once thought I'd met. But I can't deny, times have gone by, Well I never had doubts or thoughts of regret, And I was a man when all this began, Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet. Black throated wind, whisper in sin,
