Into The Night — B. B. King

Caught in quicksand Starting to sink So tired of struggling That my mind can barely think Don't know where I'm going Lord, I don't know what I'm gonna do

Fuel supply is finished Ain't nothing left to burn I need someone to help me But I don't know which way to turn I know I don't have much of a choice I'll go out of my mind Or into the night

Rolling and tumbling Spinning end over end Got to have some peace and quiet So I can find myself again Ask me what's the matter Hey, I don't know what to say

People all around me But I'm so alone I guess they'd like to help me But I have to do it on my own I know I don't have much of a choice I'll go out of my mind Or into the night