Storm Windows - John Prine

I can hear the wheels of the automobiles

So far away — just moving along through the drifting snow

Its 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 dont fly — it bounds and leaps

And a country band that plays for keeps

They play it so slow

Dont let your baby down

Dont let your baby down

Dont let your baby down

Well, the spirits were high til 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 oer hills and streams

A candle burns — a witchs dreams

And silence is golden till it screams

Right through your bones

Repeat chorus:

Storm windows — gee but Im getting old

Storm window — keep away the cold

Dont let your baby down

Dont let your baby down

Dont let your baby down