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 that 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 winter time 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,