Nancy LaMott - It Might As Well Be Spring lyrics

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 heard 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