She sat thereneyes open widenand she watched the snowncover the ground outsidenmittens on her handsna smile in her tearnshe said in california it hasn't snowed in yearsnnso come outsidenthen we can watch the skynturn up your palmsnand open your hands up widencome outsidenand open up your eyesnnsitting next to menties her scarf on tightnwinter could leave you crying but it brightens up her eyesnthe snow kisses her cheek nwhere i want to benrest on her shouldernlike in a new york dreamnnso come outsidenthen we can watch the skynturn up your palmsnand open your hands up widencome outsidenand open up your eyeesnnjust walk with menoh ohntake my hand i'll lead you down these ciy streetsnno won't you walk with menno won't you walk with me nno oohnnwhen she says goodbyenshe turns around and smilesnnext time it snowsni'll be on her mind