I'm sorry that I left you with your questions all alone, But I was too happy
driving, and too angry to drive home, I was thinking about the easy courage of
my distant friends, Saying I could let this bridge was hout and never make
amends, Can I blow this small town, make a big sound, Like the start of a film
noir postcard, Can I just forget the frames I shared with you? And I can't
believe what they're saying, They're saying I can change my mind, Start over on
Spring Street, I am welcome anytime. There are Spring Street storefront
daisies floating on their neon stems, There are new shirts on the clothes
racks, should I feel like one of them? I can find a small apartment where a
struggling artist died, And pretend because I pay the rent I know that pain
inside. Yeah, let's watch the tour bus stop and tell us, "Here's the scent of
a spring green life dream, Take the best part, write it in your caffeine
diary." And I can't believe what they're saying, They're saying I caan leave
tonight, Start over on Sprin
g Street, I am welcome anytime. This year April had a blizzard, just to show
she did not care, And the new dead leaves they made the trees look like
children with gray hair, But I'll push myself up through the dirt and shake my
petals free, I'm resolved to being born and so resigned to bravery, Yeah that
one wwho leaves this also grieves this, Too much rain on a prairie flood plain,
Houses floating, love is like that, we built on the river, yeah, And that's to
say, yeah I'm leaving, But I don't have to go there, I don't have to go to
Spring Street, Cause it's spring everywhere