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.