| Youre bringing me down, Im running aground, | 
| Blind in the lights of the interstate cars, | 
| Passing me by, the busses and the semis, | 
| Plugging like stones from a slingshot from mars. | 
| But Im 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 wont pick me up, | 
| The highway, the moon, and clouds and the stars. | 
| Black throated wind, keeps on pourin in, | 
| With its words of a life where nothing is new, | 
| Ah, mother american night, I pass from the light, | 
| Ah, Im drownin in you. | 
| I left st. | 
| louie, city of blues, | 
| In the midst of a storm Id rather forget. | 
| I tried to pretend it came to an end, | 
| Cause you werent the women I once thought Id met. | 
| But I cant deny, times have gone by, | 
| Well 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. | 
| Black throated wind, whisper in sin, | 
| And speaking on life that passes like dew. | 
| Its forced me to see youve done better by me, | 
| Better by me that Ive done by you. | 
| Now whats to be found by racing around, | 
| You carry your pain wherever you go, | 
| Full of blues, and tryin to lose, | 
| You aint gonna learn what you dont wanna 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 dance, | 
| But looking at you is looking at me. | 
| Black throated wind, keeps on pourin in, | 
| With its words of a life that could almost be true, | 
| Ah, mother american night, here comes a light. | 
| Im turning around, thats what Im gonna do. | 
| Going back home thats what Im gonna do. | 
| Im turning around, thats what Im gonna do. | 
| Going back home thats what Im gonna do. | 
| Cause youve done better by me than Ive done by you, | 
| Im drowning in you. |