Bringing me down, I'm running Blind in the light of the cars Passing me by, the buses and like stones from a slingshot on Mars
But I'm here by the road, to the load I picked up in ten cafes and bars Alone with the of the drivers who won't pick me up The highway, the moon, the and the stars
The black-throated wind on pouring in With its of a life where nothing is new Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost the light Ohh, I'm in you
I St. Louis, City of Blues In the midst of a storm I'd rather I to pretend it came to an end 'Cause you weren't the woman I once I'd met
But I can't deny, oh, times have by I had doubts or thoughts of regret And I was a man when all began Who wouldn't think about being there yet
Black-throated wind, in sin Is speaking of that passes like dew me to see you've done better by me Better by me than done by you
Now what's to be found, racing You your pain wherever you go Oh, full of the blues trying to You ain't gonna what you don't want to know
I give you my eyes, all of lies help them to learn as well as to see That a glance, oh, and make a dance Of looking at you, at me
The wind keeps on pouring in With its words of a lie that could almost be Ah, American Night, here comes the light Goin' around, that's I'm gonna do
Goin' home that's what I'm gonna do Turnin' around, that's I'm gonna do Goin' back home that's I'm, I'm gonna do You've done by me than I've done by you
Ohh, I'm in you Ohh, I'm in you I'm goin' back home that's I'm gonna do Well, I'm drowning in you