I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm

I'm as jumpy as a 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 somewhere else

Walking down a strange new street

Hearing words that I have never heard

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