they're calling for snow   it's 40 below the weather when she had it together   steering wheel's cold, she knows she's not old   to be feeling fairy tales have a ceiling   land locked and alone, she picks up the phone that keeps ringing   The Beach Boys keep singing   "God Only Knows", here comes the snow   she feels like the weather just keeps her forever      somewhere maybe in the Midwest, she sits waiting in a prom dress   snowstorms and cold dorms and frozen boys who   melt like snow in December, she can't help to remember   map on the wall that somebody else calls home      land locked and alone, she hangs up the phone   a wrong number in search of the summer   that someone else lives in, she's starting to give in   to habits like splitting she just isn't fitting   in the with the crowd or the oncoming clouds   that tear through the winter, slowly they splinter   the dreams that she had, she wanted so bad   before the weather kept her forever      the forecast is calling for outcasts      somewhere maybe in the Midwest, she sits waiting in a prom dress   snowstorms and cold dorms and frozen boys who   melt like snow in December, she can't help to remember   map on the wall that somebody else calls home      as the snow globe on the dashboard crashes down against the ground   the ballerina that was trapped inside is free forever now      somewhere maybe in the Midwest, she sits waiting in a prom dress   snowstorms and cold dorms and frozen boys who   melt like snow in December, she can't help to remember   map on the wall that somebody else calls home      somewhere maybe in the Midwest, she sits waiting in a prom dress   snowstorms and cold dorms and frozen boys who   melt like snow in December, she can't help to remember   map on the wall that somebody else calls home