The Spring

Ain't it funny I can be so difficult sometimes?
Don't know how I always manage to cross all your lines
But you do the same to me I guess we're two birds in a tree
And my song is always louder but you sing more beautifully
And it don't mean a thing no it don't mean a thing at all
And it don't mean a thing no it don't mean a thing at all

Ain't it funny I can be so anxious all night long
Throwing stones into a river till the coming of the dawn
But the morning's not the same 'cause I got no one to blame
When all my childish inhibitions leave me a slave to your games
And it don't mean a thing no it don't mean a thing at all
And it don't mean a thing no it don't mean a thing at all

'Cause when the bottom drops out
And we are left to doubt
Of the others mind we can fly south
And when the spring returns I'm sure we will work this out

And I guess you oughta know I'm not so useless anymore
I spent a lifetime kickin' leaves before I wound up at your door
But I'll be damned if all I am is just a fish inside a jar
With all my world in a window and my dreams up in the stars
And it don't mean a thing no it don't mean a thing at all
And it don't mean a thing no it don't mean a thing at all

'Cause when the bottom drops out
And we are left to doubt
Of the others mind we can fly south
And when the spring returns I'm sure we will work this out

And it don't mean a thing no it don't mean a thing at all
And it don't mean a thing no it don't mean a thing at all
And it don't mean a thing no it don't mean a thing at all
And it don't mean a thing no it don't mean a thing at all

'Cause when the bottom drops out
And we are left to doubt
Of the others mind we can fly south
And when the spring returns I'm sure we will work this out