Black-Throated Wind - Grateful Dead

Bringing me down

I’m running aground

Blind in the light of the interstate cars

Passing me by

The busses 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 who won’t pick me up

The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars

The 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

Ohhh, I’m drowning in you

I left St. Louis, the City of Blues

In the midst of a storm I’d rather forget

I tried to pretend it came to an end

Because you weren’t the woman I thought I once met

But I can’t deny that times have gone by

When I never had doubts or thoughts of regret

And I was a man when all this began

Who wouldn’t think twice about being there yet

The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in

And it speaks of a life that passes like dew

It’s forced me to see that you’ve done better by me

Better by me than I’ve done by you

What’s to be found, racing around

You carry your pain wherever you go

Full of the blues and trying to lose

You ain’t gonna learn what you don’t want to 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 a dance

Of looking at you looking at me

The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in

With its words of a lie that could almost be true

Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light

I’m turning around, that’s what I’m going to do

Going back home that’s what I’m going to do

Turning around

That’s what I’m going to do

Because you’ve done better by me

Than I’ve done by you