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.
I wrote this while in the snowy land of Utah, for the first time, I went skiing.