White icing on the cake
On the mountain when we ski
I start to think
it's my destiny
To make it to the top
And ski back down
For if it melted
we would surely drown
When I realize
And I awake
There is no snow,
There is no cake,
For I live in Vegas
In the comfort of my home
Knowing I'll go skiing one day
On a mountain I don't know.