Waiting on you is like waiting for Looe to snow
It gets close and crisp and you think you know
But yet it passes and it rains instead
And I'm sad even though it's what everyone expected
Even as the snow clouds roll in
And I look out my window every moment to double check
The next minute they will still disappear
And deep down I know they always will
Snow doesn't want to linger,
Snow wants to see new and distant lands
Not mingle with the Hometown Grass
Not fall to the Familiar Sands
Because in Looe, Snow is afraid to stick
It likes to present itself but never stay
And against the desperate salt of the Sea:
By dawn, Snow usually melts away.
