Handful of Rain Songtext
von Savatage

The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in
The barmaid walks on over
And pours another round
For a lost soul at the corner
Who prays he′s never found


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