Springtime
[Verse 1: Bo Bedingfield]
It's springtime and all my friends are in the hospital
All the dew upon the southern knoll
Shimmers like saline on an I.V. pole
Or the sera in a central line
[Chorus]
I don't know why I'm lonely all the time
There must be some pathology
Some rip or tear from lack of care
In the fragile fabric of the old synapses
[Verse 2: Bo Bedingfield]
It's springtime and I'm holding it between the lines
Got a job as an office clerk
The building's new but I know the work
Pouring through the ICD-9
[Chorus]
I don't know why I'm lonely all the time
There must be some pathology
Some rip or tear from lack of care
In the fragile fabric of the old synapses
[Outro]
All the lonely nurses and all the next of kin
Stretch against the furniture as the day begins