widowers heart

Cant help it if
I have a widowers heart
Tried to get out of bed but
I cant seem to start
When I hit the road it was freezing and dark
I hope that its warmer wherever you are
I turned to say
Im sorry and
I tried to explain
But the room it was empty and bitter and drained
No songs from the angels, no blood in my veins
Could ever replace you and here
I remain Oh, rain.
Come wash me and keep me and take my away.
New York was a rough place that suited me well
You bragged of religion and put me through hell
Maybe Im better off, maybe its hard to tell
When I left you were sleeping through trumpets and bells
Oh, rain.
Come wash me and keep me and take my away.
Just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine
But its echoes and glimpses of beautiful times
Im sure its much harder on your end than mine
If you ever pass through here
Im not hard to find.
Oh, rain.
Come wash me and keep me and take my away.
Oh, rain.
Come wash me and keep me and take my away.