Maybe In The Midwest

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