The night is growing dark From somewhere deep within It shelters like an 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 a handful of rain
Wash your women In your Whiskey your future's In the past And your 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 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 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 watch with wonder The approaching of the storm
And the night rolls on Like a slow moving train And the cries out For a handful of rain
There's an old man in the corner And he's smoking all the time An the smoke is drifting upward and it's Twisting in my Twisting in my Mind In my mind
whiskey's getting deeper And I use it like a moat There's a blues man in distance and he's Lost inside his Note His note
The night is growing dark From somewhere 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