the season has come,
the snowbirds have crowded the nights
the townies are tired of beaches and bars
being packed so tight
and stages and inlets and traffic surround them in their fight

and on these boats
ride the hopes of...
working class boys, dreaming of girls from faraway points
and better things
like winter flings
and longing after spring has sprung
and they'll fly north when winter's done
and we'll get burned in summer's sun

fountains and flourescent lights
the season has come,
the snowbirds have take their flights
townies and tourists find unlikely love at first sight
and swear that they're never leaving,
and that is their plight

and on these boats
ride the hopes of...
working class boys, dreaming of girls from faraway points
and better things
like winter flings
and longing after spring has sprung
they fly north when winter's done
and we get burned in summer's sun

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 cannot bear
another year
in this long forgotten beach town we once shared

and this winter is lasting forever
at least for tonight
and i know that you're never leaving,
never leaving me again
not again