The night is growing dark From somewhere deep within It shelters like an ark And always takes you in The barmaid walks on over And pours another round For a lost soul at the corner Who prays hes never found And the mind goes numb Till 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 have 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 All right 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 In 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 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
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 12:30:04 +0000
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