Paroles de It might as well be spring

The things i used to like, i dont like any more,
I want a lot of other things ive never had before,
Its just like my mamma says, i sit around and mourn
Pretending that i am so wonderful and knowing im adored

Im as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
Im as jumpy as a puppet on a string,
Id say that i had spring fever,
But i know it isnt spring.

Im as starry eyed and gravely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should i have spring fever,
When it isnt even spring?

I keep wishing i were somewhere else,
Walking down a strange new street,
Hearing words i have never never heard,
From a man ive yet to meet.

Im as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
Im as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I havent seen a crocus or a rosebud,
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing,
But i feel so gay in a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring,
It might as well be, might as well be,
It might as well be spring.