Storm Windows

One of my favorite John Prine songs. I have many. This is true to me.

Storm Windows - John Prine

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
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

Chorus -
Don't let your baby down
X3

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 hills and streams
A candle burns

A witch's dreams
And silence is golden
'Til is screams
Right through your bones

Chorus
Storm windows
Gee but I'm getting old
Storm Windows
Keep away the cold

How this song touched my mind/heart - well, I grew up with plastic storm windows.

Now I am sitting mountain side and I am thrilled when an automobile passes by.