Handful Of Rain - Savatage

The night is growing dark

From somewhere deep within

It shelters like an ark

That always takes you in

And the mind goes numb

Until it’s feeling no pain

And the soul cries out

For a handful of rain

Wash your women

In your whiskey

When your future’s

In the past

And you’re staring

Up at heaven

From the bottom

Of a glass

And you need some insulation

From the years you’ve had and lost

And you feel the perspiration

As you’re adding up the cost

And the night rolls on

Like a slow moving train

And the soul cries out

There’s a land beyond the living

There’s a land beyond the dead

If it’s true that God’s forgiving

Of the lives that we had led

In the distance there’s 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

There’s an old man in the corner

And he’s smoking all the time

And the smoke is drifting upward and it’s

Twisting in my

Twisting in my mind

My mind

The whiskey’s getting deeper

And I use it like a moat

There’s a blues man in the distance and he’s

Lost inside his note

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 a handful of rain