The Last Of The Melting Snow (The Leisure Society)

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,