The Painted Black

" The Painted Black "

I'm raging like the hurricane
that's blowin at my back
I'm cruisin through the hard cold rain
where skies are painted black.

When trouble never seems to end
age blinds me with its sight
and in the end it's time my friend
that casts us to the night.

I never knew just where I stood
when life came flooding in
as all direction's lost for good,
I wonder where it's been.

So I'm feelin' raw and rusty
and rollin down the road,
my boots are old and dusty,
my heart grows hard and cold.

Now I'm twistin' on the throttle,
riding into Buffalo,
and lookin for a motel
with nowhere else to go.

The only friends I have these days
are living in a bubble
and nothing ever goes my way,
I'm lost amidst the rubble.

The autumn sky is cold and gray,
the road is grinning back
and I will make my getaway
into the painted black.



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