Park Stickney
It Might as Well Be Spring
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstormI'm as jumpy as a puppet on a stringI'd say that I had Spring feverBut I know it isn't SpringI am starry-eyed and vaguely discontentedLike a nightingale without a song to singOh, why should I have Spring feverWhen it isn't even Spring?I keep wishing I were somewhere elseWalking down a strange new streetHearing words that I have never heardFrom a girl I've yet to meetI'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreamsI'm as giddy as a baby on a swingI haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wingBut I feel so gay in a melancholy wayThat it might as well be SpringIt might as well be Spring
From Letras Mania