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.
 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.