Bringing me down
Im running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by
The busses and semis
Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars
But Im here by the road
Bound to the load
That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
Alone with the rush of the drivers who wont pick me up
The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars
The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a life where nothing is new
Ah, Mother American Night, Im lost from the light
Ohhh, Im drowning in you
I left St. Louis, the City of Blues
In the midst of a storm Id rather forget
I tried to pretend it came to an end
Because you werent the woman I thought I once met
But I cant deny that times have gone by
When I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
And I was a man when all this began
Who wouldnt think twice about being there yet
The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
And it speaks of a life that passes like dew
Its forced me to see that youve done better by me
Better by me than Ive done by you
Whats to be found, racing around
You carry your pain wherever you go
Full of the blues and trying to lose
You aint gonna learn what you dont want to know
So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies
Please help them to learn as well as to see
Capture a glance and make it a dance
Of looking at you looking at me
The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a lie that could almost be true
Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light
Im turning around, thats what Im going to do
Going back home thats what Im going to do
Turning around
Thats what Im going to do
Because youve done better by me
Than Ive done by you