SECOND TUESDAY IN DECEMBER,
icy rain is falling down...
I took the bus out to the city line,
and then I watched it turn around.
Now as I walk down past the junkyard,
by the closed-up drive-in show,
I realize that really leaving
is the only way I'll ever go.

(Misty sings)
It was the seventh of September,
nineteen hundred sixty nine...
95 degrees and rising,
we crossed the Pennsylvania line.
We paid a judge our last ten dollars
to bless us with his legal seal.
I guess that putting love on paper
doesn't always make it real

(Together)
Second Tuesday in December,
icy rain is coming down.
All the snow that's left from Monday
lies gray and frozen on the ground
It's hard to understand this feeling
that a part of me is gone
Second Tuesday in December...
Looks like winter's coming on.