Bless the snow and the frigid winter,
  count the days and the ways I miss her
  Wait for the wind to bring anything but change
  Cast aside my depression, trace the line of her impression
  Seal up my message and leave out my last name
  
  I'll do a line, just to waste my time
  soak up the grime and add it to the lonely mix of faded jokes and parlor tricks
  Combine it with a lucky turn add a match and smile
  Watch it burn
  Burn it up I'll watch it burn-burn it up I'll watch it
  Watch it burn
  And I will swallow you germs
  
  Leave it up to your inspection, suffer through all your corrections
  Waiting pays off ten to one, I'm placing my last bets
  You swing the axe, I'll swing the hammer, a verbal quiz to test my grammar
  For desert a plate of Jello 1-2-3 its set
  
  She waits for an hour before she walks away
  She counts 1-2-3, I got nothing to say