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