Widower's Heart-Trampled By Turtles

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 turned to say I'm sorry and I tried to explain But 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 my 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 my away. Just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine But it'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 my away. Oh, rain. Come wash me and keep me and take my away.