Handful of rain

The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in

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 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

The barmaid walks on over
And pours another round
For a lost soul at the corner
Who prays he's never found

And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain

And the mind goes numb
Until it's feeling no pain
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain