Lyrics: John Prine
Music: 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 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