Standing there looking out over the snow , what is it that is
going through your mind.
Do you fear the night,do you wait in anticipation for the daylight.
Tomorrow you leave , it could be your greatest adventure,or your death.
What is it to be dear one.
Ah yes I see it there in the glint of your eyes it is the chance
to break free.
Where will you go, Paris, London, New Orleans , where will your stage be.
Where will you prance and strut.
Where will you dazzle the world.
Are you ready for the time of your life.
I wonder my dear love,will we ever see you again.
Will you think of us again, out there in your world of illusions.
Ah yes it is not the snow you see,
But all the possibilities awaiting you.