Outside the white snow, fall on my window,
Just where the sunlight comes through
I know you raced on down to california
But i'm chicago blue

Well, it could never have been that bad
No, you never saw me sad, girl
You never felt the chilly wind blow cold inside, you never have

Bye, bye baby bye
Come on girlfriend, come on fly
When you fl y into the sunset,
Fl y and think of me in the classical hollywood style

Outside my window, still fall the white snow
And where it melts there's new
How come you raced on down to california
When i'm chicago blue

The neighbors ask me where you're at
I don't know how to answer that
Please send a postcard stating where, with who and why i'll understand

Bye, bye baby bye
Come on girlfriend, don't you cry
Watch me walk into the fire and
Blaming it on you in the classical hollywood style

Outside the white snow, fall on my window,
Just where the sunlight comes through
I know you're raced on down to california
But i'm chicago blue

Sometimes i hear a wind inside me say, "don't get me wrong,
The love you feel and the light in hers your own"
So, now you raced on down to california and i'm chicago blue