It's not the wind that keeps you awake, it's not the snow
It's not the moon coming in like a beacon through your window
It's not the thumbnail of a screen scraping away your dream
It's only a man taking what he needs from the storeroom
It's not the news of cities on fire that ruins your mind
Like a reel that you spin and spin but never unwinds
No, these wars you didn't start don't tear your sleep apart
It's only a man taking what he needs from the storeroom
And now this woman by your side, well, she's sleeping
And there's nothing you can give her and nothing you want to keep

"Store Room" 1967. L.C