Title: Storm Windows
Album: Live On Tour
Artist: John Prine
Composer(s): John Prine
Lyric:
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
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 '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 o'er hill and stream
A candle burns a witch's dreams
Silence is golden 'til 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 window keep away the cold
Don't let your baby down
Don't let your baby down
Don't let your baby down, oh no
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