Bringing me down, I'm running aground, blind in the lights 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 that 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 hurryin' with it's words of a life where nothing is new, another American night, across from the light, woh-oh I'm drownin' in you. I left Saint Louie, the city of blues, in the midst of a storm I'd rather forget. I tried to pretend it came to an end, cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met. But I can't deny, woh the time has gone by, when I ever had doubts or thoughts of regret, And I was a man when all this began who wouldn't think twice about being there yet. Black throated wind, whisperin' sin and speaking of life that passes like dew. It's forced me to see you've done better by me, better by me than I've done by you. Now what's to be found in racing around, ya carry your pain wherever you go, full of the blues, and tryin' to lose, you ain't gonna learn what you don't wanna know. So I give you my eyes and all of their lies, please help them to learn as well as to see. And capture a glance, woh and make a dance of lookin at you looking at me. Black throated wind, keeps on hurryin' with it's words of a life that could almost be true, another American night, here comes a life. I'm turning around that's what I'm gonna do. Going back home that's what I'm gonna do. I'm turning around that's what I'm gonna do. Going back home that's what I'm gonna do. Cause you've done better by me than I've done by you, woh-oh drowning in you woh-oh I'm drowning in you Yes I'm going back home that's what I'm gonna do. Going back home that's what I'm gonna do.