Paroles de It might as well be spring

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that i had spring fever
But i know it isn't even spring

I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should i have spring fever
When i know it isn't even spring?

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

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing

But i feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
Yes, it might, might as well be spring

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

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing

My, i feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
Yeah, it might, might as well be spring