Savatage lyrics

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 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 And your staring Up at heaven From the bottom Of a glass And you need some insulation From the years youšve Had and lost 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 If itšs true that Godšs forgiving Of the lives that we had led In the distance therešs 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 Therešs an old man in the corner And hešs smoking all the time An the smoke is drifting upward and itšs Twisting in my Twisting in my Mind In my mind The whiskeyšs getting deeper And I use it like a moat Therešs a blues man in the distance and hešs Lost inside 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 an handful of rain Get This Ringtone

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