John Prine
Storm Windows
I can hear the wheels of the automobiles so far away
Just moving along through the drifting snow
It's times like these when the temperatures freeze
I sit alone just looking at the world through a storm window

And down on the beach, the sandman sleeps
Time don't fly, it bounds and leaps
And a country band that plays for keeps
They play it so slow

Don't let your baby down
Don't let your baby down
Don't let your baby down

Well, the spirits were high till the well went dry
For so long, the raven at my window was only a crow
I bought the rights to the inside fights
And watched a man just beating his hand against a storm window

While miles away o'er hills and streams
A candle burns a witch's dreams
Silence is golden till it screams
Right through your bones

Don't let your baby down
Don't let your baby down
Don't let your baby down
Storm windows, gee but I'm getting old
Storm windows keep away the cold

Storm windows, gee but I'm getting old
Storm windows keep away the cold

I can hear the wheels of the automobiles so far away
Just moving along through the drifting snow
It's times like these when the temperatures freeze
I sit alone just looking at the world through a storm window

And down on the beach, the sandman sleeps
Time don't fly, it bounds and leaps
And a country music band that plays for keeps
They play it so slow

Don't let your baby down
Don't let your baby down
Don't let your baby down