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 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.