snowbirds and townies.

Fountains and flourescent lights.

When season has come

the snowbirds have crowded the nights.

And old townies are tired

of the beaches and bars

being packed so tight.

And bridges, and traffic, and inlets,

are locked in their fight.

And on these boats

ride the hopes of working class boys,

dreaming of girls, from far away points.

And better things. Like winter flings.
And longing after spring has sprung.

And they fly north when winter's done.

And we get burned in summer's sun.

Fountains and fluorescent lights.

When season has come

the snowbirds have crowded the nights.

And young townies and tourists

find unlikely love at first sight.

And swear that they're never leaving

and that is their plight.

This winter is lasting forever,

at least for tonight.

And I know that you're never leaving

until your flight

takes you off

and out of my arms

and into the air,

so far from your charms

that I can not bare

another year

in this long forgotten beach town

we once shared.

This winter is lasting forever,

at least for tonight.

And I know that you're never leaving me again.

No, not again.

Such a good fucking song. Guh.