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 he¹s never found



And the mind goes numb

Until it¹s feeling no pain

And the soul cries out

For a handful of rain



Wash your women

In your Whiskey

When your future¹s

In the past

And your staring

Up at heaven

From the bottom

Of a glass

And you need some insulation

From the years you¹ve

Had and lost

And you feel the perspiration

As you¹re adding up the cost



And the night rolls on

Like a slow moving train

And the soul cries out



There¹s a land beyond the living

There¹s a land beyond the dead

If it¹s true that God¹s forgiving

Of the lives that we had led

In the distance there¹s 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



There¹s an old man in the corner

And he¹s smoking all the time

An the smoke is drifting upward and it¹s

Twisting in my

Twisting in my

Mind

In my mind



The whiskey¹s getting deeper

And I use it like a moat

There¹s a blues man in the distance and he¹s

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