The Songbook Collection lyrics

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 vaugely discontented
like a nightingale without a song to sing
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