I’m a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief
When newborns die, and blood fills the streets
And storms take lives
And Hollywood says lies
And children cry, but I still believe
That you can wash our streets
And set the captives free
And to heal the leper lame
Whoa-whoa, and I wont stop
Calling on your name
Oh-oh- oh-oh -oh-oh
Call the broken ones
And all of those who grieve
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonights the night it rains red
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonights the night it rains red
A darkened iron curtain, screams things will never change
And a cross on a hill, screams things wont be the same
The kingdom is at hand
And the rain will come again
And as centuries pass, but I still believe
That you can wash our streets
And set the captives free
And to heal the leper lame
Whoa-whoa, and I wont stop
Calling on your name
Oh-oh- oh-oh -oh-oh
Call the broken ones
And all of those who grieve
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonights the night it rains red
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonights the night it rains red
In the desert, there’s no clouds
Will the friendless find a friend
The skies cant hold back
The rain from heaven
These red stains will be washed white by red
Oh-oh- oh-oh -oh-oh
Call the broken ones
And all of those who grieve
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonights the night it rains red
Tonight, tonight, tonight
Tonights the night it rains red
D* - I normally alternate back and forth between D and