Savatage Handful Of Rain
The night is growing dark From somewhere deep within It shelters like an ark That always takes you in The barmaid walks on over And pours another round For a lost soul at the corner Who prays he¹s never found And the mind goes numb Until it¹s feeling no pain And the soul cries out For a handful of rain Wash your women In your Whiskey When your future¹s In the past And your staring Up at heaven From the bottom Of a glass And you need some insulation From the years you¹ve Had and lost And you feel the perspiration As you¹re adding up the cost And the night rolls on Like a slow moving train And the soul cries out There¹s a land beyond the living There¹s a land beyond the dead If it¹s true that God¹s forgiving Of the lives that we had led In the distance there¹s a thunder And the air is thick and warm And the patrons watch with wonder The approaching of the storm And the night rolls on Like a slow moving train And the soul cries out For a handful of rain There¹s an old man in the corner And he¹s smoking all the time An the smoke is drifting upward and it¹s Twisting in my Twisting in my Mind In my mind The whiskey¹s getting deeper And I use it like a moat There¹s a blues man in the distance and he¹s Lost inside his Note His note The night is growing dark From somewhere deep within It shelters like an ark That always takes you in And the night rolls on Like a slow moving train And the soul cries out For an handful of rain