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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