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 springI am starry eyed and vaguely discontented

Like a nightingale without a song to sing

Oh, why should I have spring fever

When it isn't even springI keep wishing I were somewhere else

Walking down a strange new street

And hearing words that I've never head

From a girl I've yet to meetI'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams

Spinning, spinning daydreams

I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing

I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud