Handful Of Rain

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 its feeling no pain
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain
Wash your women
In your whiskey
When your futures
In the past
And youre staring
Up at heaven
From the bottom
Of a glass
And you need some insulation
From the years youve had and lost
And you feel the perspiration
As youre adding up the cost
And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
Theres a land beyond the living
Theres a land beyond the dead
If its true that Gods forgiving
Of the lives that we had led
In the distance theres 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
Theres an old man in the corner
And hes smoking all the time
And the smoke is drifting upward and its
Twisting in my
Twisting in my mind
My mind
The whiskeys getting deeper
And I use it like a moat
Theres a blues man in the distance and hes
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