long live the springtime
with her perfumed but poisonous powers
she murders the winter that's loved in
then she throws on a wreath of her flowers
but the spring's not complete
if the flowers aren't as sweet as the dead pets
we've buried in the yard
so wave goodbye aye aye
from the window
close the curtains
sit down play a big blue guitar
now show me the springtime
with her new book of rules for my trust
I'll break them the moment I've read them
then I'll beg for the spring to be just
but I just can't compete
with the wind in the street
and it's blowing crazy blossom round the cars
so wave goodbye aye aye
from the window
close the curtains
sit down play a big blue guitar
and let us drink to the telephone
and the line that disappears down my street
I remember it used to lead to somewhere
but today it just doesn't reach
and the wind can be a bitch
down the avenues in spring
I watch you blown away so free
so free