It Might As Well Be Spring

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 springI 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 springI keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I've never head
From a girl I've yet to meetI'm as busy as a 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