Savatage Handful of Rain (HQ)

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 he’s never found And the mind goes numb ’Till 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