Letra de It might as well be spring

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 wishing I were someone else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I´ve never head
From a girl I´ve yet to meet
I´m as busy as 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
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