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