Savatage - Handful Of Rain
The Night Is Growing Dark
It Shelters Like An Ark
From Somewhere Deep Within
The Barmaid Walks On Over
That Always Takes You In
For A Lost Soul At The Corner
And Pours Another Round
Who Prays Hešs Never Found
And The Mind Goes Numb
Until Itšs Feeling No Pain
And The Soul Cries Out
For A Handful Of Rain
Wash Your Women
In Your Whiskey
When Your Futurešs
In The Past
Up At Heaven
And Your Staring
Of A Glass
From The Bottom
From The Years Youšve
Had And Lost
And You Need Some Insulation
And You Feel The Perspiration
As Youšre Adding Up The Cost
And The Night Rolls On
Like A Slow Moving Train
And The Soul Cries Out
Therešs A Land Beyond The Living
Therešs A Land Beyond The Dead
Of The Lives That We Had Led
If Itšs True That Godšs Forgiving
In The Distance Therešs A Thunder
And The Patrons Watch With Wonder
And The Air Is Thick And Warm
The Approaching Of The Storm
And The Night Rolls On
For A Handful Of Rain
Like A Slow Moving Train
And The Soul Cries Out
An The Smoke Is Drifting Upward And Itšs
Therešs An Old Man In The Corner
And Hešs Smoking All The Time
Twisting In My
Mind
Twisting In My
In My Mind
The Whiskeyšs Getting Deeper
And I Use It Like A Moat
Therešs A Blues Man In The Distance And Hešs
Note
Lost Inside His
His Note
The Night Is Growing Dark
It Shelters Like An Ark
From Somewhere Deep Within
That Always Takes You In
And The Night Rolls On
And The Soul Cries Out
Like A Slow Moving Train
For An Handful Of Rain
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