Widower’s Heart

I 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 veins
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