Handful Of Rain lyrics
by Savatage
The night is growing darkFrom somewhere deep withinIt shelters like an arkThat always takes you inThe barmaid walks on overAnd pours another roundFor a lost soul at the cornerWho prays he?s never foundAnd the mind goes numbUntil it?s feeling no painAnd the soul cries outFor a handful of rainWash your womenIn your WhiskeyWhen your future?sIn the pastAnd your staringUp at heavenFrom the bottomOf a glassAnd you need some insulationFrom the years you?veHad and lostAnd you feel the perspirationAs you?re adding up the costAnd the night rolls onLike a slow moving trainAnd the soul cries outThere?s a land beyond the livingThere?s a land beyond the deadIf it?s true that God?s forgivingOf the lives that we had ledIn the distance there?s a thunderAnd the air is thick and warmAnd the patrons watch with wonderThe approaching of the stormAnd the night rolls onLike a slow moving trainAnd the soul cries outFor a handful of rainThere?s an old man in the cornerAnd he?s smoking all the timeAn the smoke is drifting upward and it?sTwisting in myTwisting in myMindIn my mindThe whiskey?s getting deeperAnd I use it like a moatThere?s a blues man in the distance and he?sLost inside hisNoteHis noteThe night is growing darkFrom somewhere deep withinIt shelters like an arkThat always takes you inAnd the night rolls onLike a slow moving trainAnd the soul cries outFor an handful of rain
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