Black Throated Wind

By: Weir/Barlow

As performed on the Album Ace

Chorded by Abe Klagsbrun (AKlagsbrun@msn.com) 12/1/95

Bringing me down, I'm running aground,

Blind in the light of the interstate cars

Passing me by, the busses and semi's,

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

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, I'm drowning in you

I left St. Louis, 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, that times have gone by Bm

Where 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

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

Now what's to be found racing around.

You carry your pain wherever you go

All full of the blues and trying 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

Capture a glance, and make it dance

Of looking at you, looking at me

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 gonna do

Going back home that's what I'm gonna do