Lyrics:

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.