Rob Van Bavel Trio

I`m as restless as a willow in a windstorm

I`m as jumpy as puppet on a string

I`d say that I had spring fever

but I know it isn`t spring

I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented

like a nightingale without a song to sing

O why should I have spring fever

when it isn`t even spring

I keep I were someone else

walking down a strange new street

And hearing words that I`ve never heard

from a men I`ve yet to meet

I`m as busy as spider spinning daydreams

I`m as giggy 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

It might as well be spring

I keep I were someone else

walking down a strange new street

And hearing words that I`ve never heard

from a men I`ve yet to meet

I`m as busy as spider spinning daydreams

I`m as giggy 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

It might as well be spring

It might as well be spring