Snow is piling up outside
Way up high on a mountainside
Mind gets to wandering through the past
Like a rolodex of old photographs

I guess she’s somewhere south of Jacksonville
Frozen in mind like a movie still
Sometimes I dream of Florida
But mainly I just dream of her

Would she still remember the things we did?
Guess she’s got a husband, bet she’s got kids
Would she know my face? Forget my name?
I should’ve stayed in that place and not got on that plane

I guess she’s somewhere out near Lauderdale
Looking out as the storm clouds sail
Sometimes I dream of Florida
But mainly I just dream of her

I could try to find out where she went
Write a letter, ask her friends
I could drive down U.S. 41
Find paradise
Then it’s gone

Guess she’s somewhere out near Petersburg
Singing like a mockingbird

Sometimes I dream of Florida
But mainly I just dream of her

Sometimes I dream of Florida
But mainly I just dream of her

Sometimes I dream of Florida
But mainly I just dream of her