When my world gets turned upside down
and there is no you and me,
it snows in my one house town;
that’s the snow globe guarantee.

When I draw a picture of you
and I think I’m who I want to be.
What I thought was yellow is blue,
and the picture is a mirror of me.

It seems the yellow brick road
leads back to reality.
We receive what we are owed,
it’s the snow globe guarantee.

Stitch