You're bringing me down, I'm running aground,
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Blind in the lights of the interstate cars,
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Passing me by, the busses and the semis,
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Plunging like stones from a slingshot from mars.
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But I'm here on the road, bound to the load,
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That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars.
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Alone with the rush of the drivers that won't pick me up,
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The highway, the moon, and clouds and the stars.
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Black throated wind, keeps on pourin' in,
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With it's words of a life where nothing is new,
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Ah, mother American night, I pass from the light,
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Ah, I'm drownin' in you.
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I left St. Louie, city of blues,
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In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget.
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I tried to pretend it came to an end,
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Cause you weren't the women I once thought I'd met.
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But I can't deny, times have gone by,
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Well I never had doubts or thoughts of regret,
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And I was a man when all this began,
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Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet.
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Black throated wind, whisper in sin,
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And speaking on life that passes like dew.
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It's forced me to see you've done better by me,
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Better by me that I've done by you.
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Now what's to be found by racing around,
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you carry your pain wherever you go,
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Full of blues, and tryin' to lose,
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You ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know.
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So I give you my eyes and all of their lies,
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Please help them to learn as well as to see.
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Capture a glance, and make it dance,
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But looking at you is looking at me.
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Black throated wind, keeps on pourin' in,
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With it's words of a life that could almost be true,
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Ah, mother American night, here comes a light.
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I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do.
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Going back home that's what I'm gonna do.
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I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do.
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Going back home that's what I'm gonna do.
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Cause you've done better by me than I've done by you,
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I'm drowning in you.
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Black Throated Wind
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| Grateful Dead |
