at 1435

i wrote out my last vow to you

left it in your mailbox, let it fade in my rearview

i can't wait till tomorrow comes

by then you'll have to go

back out to the west coast

where you'll say you

miss the snow

you miss the snow

...

you walked into the party

no one even seemed to care

my pockets filled with forks and knives

you wore flowers in your hair

it seems i waited my whole life

for you to be my bride

seems the time was wasted

cause there's someone by your side

at 1435

i wrote out my last vow to you

saw you dance with her

while i was smoking on the roof

i'll throw it off a viaduct

the wind will take it home

back out to the west coast where you say

you'll miss the snow

you'll miss the snow

...