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