Black-Throated Wind

Bringing me down
I’m running aground
Blind in the light of the interstate cars
Passing me by
The buses and semis
Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars
But I’m here by the road
Bound to the load
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, the clouds, and the stars
Black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
With its words of a life where nothing is new
Ah, Mother American Night, I’m lost from the light
Oh, Lord, said I’m drowning in you
Now, I left St. Louis, City of Blues
In the midst of a storm I’d rather forget
I tried to pretnd it came to an end
'Cause you wren’t the woman I once thought I’d met
But I can’t deny, oh, times have gone by
I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
And I was a man when all this began
Who’d never think twice about being there yet