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 he's never found


And the mind goes numb
Until 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 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 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 living
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 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

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


The whiskey's getting deeper
And I use it like a moat

There's a blues man in the distance and he's
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