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
 Oh, 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 have never heard
 From a girl, I've yet to meet
 I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams
 I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
 I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
 Or a robin that's 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 wishing I were someone else
 Walking down a strange new street
 And hearing words that I have never heard
 From a girl, I've yet to meet
 Oh, I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams
 I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
 I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
 Or a robin that's 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