The Last of the Melting Snow

Wait all year

For the parting shot

For the epilogue

For the moment when it stops

And the days fade away

In no doubt

As I leave this town

I will not return

For I haven’t got the room

In my head

For these things

And America

Seems an awful long way to go

As we hide ourselves

In the last of the melting snow

So we find

In the fading light

Of the wintertime

That there’s nothing left to try

All is best

Left unsaid

And America

Seems an awful long way to go

As we hide ourselves

In the last of the melting snow

In the last of the melting snow

In the last of the melting snow