| A | E | |
| The snow was falling down like | pieces of the sky that friday night |
| A | E | |
| I was outside in the street and | she was inside to the beat |
| A | E | |
| Next thing i know, she's watchi | ng me writing to her in the snow |
| G | E | |
| Let's | Go |
| A | E |
| A | E | |
| She got up so close, the conden | sation changed her to a ghost |
| A | E | |
| But she appeared again, as she | wrote on the glass "well, it depends..." |
| G | E | |
| "Where and When?" |
| A | E | |
| "Where and When?" |
| then keep playing A and E to end the song with harmonica, trumpet or guitar solo or whatever. |