The night is growing dark From somewhere deep within It shelters like ark That always takes you in
The barmaid walks on over And pours another round For a 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 rain
Wash your women In your Whiskey When your future's In the past And your staring Up at heaven From the bottom Of a glass 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 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 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 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
The getting deeper And I use it like moat There's a blues man in the distance and he's Lost inside his Note His note
The night is growing dark From 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