Leonard Cohen

Store Room

Store Room - meaning Summary

A Quiet, Persistent Theft

The poem frames sleeplessness and unease not as external forces but as the quiet, recurrent action of an unnamed "man" who takes from a store room. That figure functions as a metaphor for appetite or erosion—draining resources, intimacy and choice, and undermining sleep and trust. Small domestic gestures (changing locks, sharing toast) point to tentative responses and resignation. Repetition reinforces the inevitability and circularity of this inward theft.

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It's not the wind that keeps you up, it's not the snow It's not the moon coming like a headlight through your window It's not the thumbnail of a screen that scrapes away your dream It's just this man taking what he needs from the store room It's not the news of burning towns that ruins your mind Like a spool you turn and you turn but it won't unwind No these wars you did not start, they don't tear your sleep apart It's just a man taking what he needs from the store room And now this woman by your side, well, she's asleep And there's nothing you can give her and there's nothing you want to keep You don't even try to prove that the noise is neighbors making love It's just a man taking what he needs from the store room Well go to sleep and change the locks when you wake up Share your toast, maybe spill some coffee from your cup Oh, there's nothing left to choose and there is so much more to lose There's this man taking what he needs from the store room It's not the wind that keeps you up, it's not the snow It's not the moon coming like a headlight through your window It's not the thumbnail of a screen that scrapes away your dream It's just a man taking what he needs from the store room It's not the news of burning towns that ruins your mind Like a spool you turn and turn but won't unwind No these wars you did not start, they don't tear your sleep apart It's just a man taking what he needs from the store room And now the woman by your side, well, she's awake But there's nothing you can give her and there's nothing you want to take You don't even try to prove that the noise is neighbors making love It's just a man taking what he needs from the store room Or go to sleep and change the locks when you wake up Share your toast, maybe spill a little coffee from your cup He's got nothing left to choose and you've got so much more to lose There's just a man taking what he needs from the store room It's not the wind

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