Testo
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
