Title: Handful Of Rain
Subtitle:
Artist: Savatage
Album: Handful Of Rain
Author: Jon Oliva/Paul O'Neill
Copyright:
Tabled by: by denii
Instructions:
Notices: The whole song is figured out by ear,so please forgive
if there are any errors.I think the guitar parts are 99.9%
correct,only the last measure is a doubt.
The bass parts isn't accurate as it's fully my
composition made regarding the guitar part.I think
drums are mostly correct,but if anyone wants to
improve them further...the choice is yours!
Enjoy!

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"Tomorrow and after
You tell me what am I to do
I stand here believing
That in the night there is a clue"

(Savatage: Alone You Breathe)

Tempo: 80 BPM
Tracks: 5
Instruments:
Bars: 105

Lyric

The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in
And the mind goes numb
Until 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 had 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

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 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