Am I like the snow
Falling from the heavens to your face?
Ready to be caught by something wonderful, yeah
But you find little flavor and little substance in this kind of girl
And I melt upon your lips just like the others

Why you gotta be the wind
Fleeting and rough?
Working things over on an impulse
If I caught you here only the more restless you would get
I understand, I'll bring it home
Go love her, but leave me alone

Am I like the sun in the late afternoon?
Ready to settle in for the long night, yeah
But you fond nothing golden about my sudden loss of luster
And I disappear as quickly as the others.