Widower's Heart

Can't help it if I have a widower's heart

Tried to get out of bed but I can't seem to start

When I hit the road it was freezing and dark

I hope that it's warmer wherever you are

I said I was sorry and turned to explain

The room it was empty and bitter and drained

No songs from the angels, no blood in my vein

Could ever replace you and here I remain

Oh, rain.

Come wash me and keep me and take me away.

New York was a rough place that suited me well

You bragged of religion and put me through hell

Maybe I'm better off, maybe it's hard to tell

When I left you were sleeping through trumpets and bells

Oh, rain.

Come wash me and keep me and take me away.

Just one moment of peace that would suit me so fine

There's echoes and glimpses of beautiful times

I'm sure it's much harder on your end than mine

If you ever pass through here I'm not hard to find

Oh, rain.

Come wash me and keep me and take me away.

Oh, rain.

Come wash me and keep me and take me away.