The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
And 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
'Till 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 you're 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 have 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

All right

There's an old man in the corner
And he's smoking all the time
And the smoke is drifting upward
And it's twisting in my...
Twisting in my mind, 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...
Lost inside his note, 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 a handful of rain

Line-up :

Zachary Stevens - Vocals
Alex Skolnick - Guitar
Johnny Lee Middleton - Bass
Steve Wacholz - Drums

All music and lyrics by Jon Oliva & Paul O'Neill

Despite what the line-up was here, Jon Oliva recorded every single instrument except some solos which were actually layed down by Alex Skolnick, even though Jon wasn't officialy in the band at the time.

Produced by Paul O'Neill
Recorded at Morrisound Studios, Tampa, Fla. USA

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