Thorn in My Saddle
When I look up in to the darkness,
With the night sky over me,
I can feel a cold wind blowing,
From out across the sea.
I’ve got the freeway road confusion,
I was bound to be confined,
To be lost and disillusioned,
By these ideas in my mind.
I got a thorn in my saddle
Now if love don’t prove the answer,
Gonna find myself locked in,
Just a prisoner of darkness,
My light threatened by the wind.
Mama holds me in the half light,
With her reassuring smile.
And she gives me all the strength I need,
For this journey into night.
written by: R.Clapton
publisher: Orient Pacific Music