Handful of Rain

I can't believe I haven't posted this one yet (so Blogger fix your search). If life really did have a soundtrack that was recorded, set and available on Amazon.com then this one would have to be on mine.

"Handful of Rain" by Savatage from the album of the same title tells a sad story. This entire album was pretty much written and recorded by Jon Oliva after the death of his brother despite not crediting most of it to him. The story behind this one is pretty much wasted years, wasted opportunity and the hope for that one little spark to rekindle long lost fires.

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
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
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

Water to cool the soul, water to quench the thirst, water to bring back life to that which has been all but lost. I guess at times all we need is a handful of rain because that's all it really takes.