She couldn't wait for spring says,
'you don't know how to live'
Took a plane south
Sent her credit to hell

Had enough logic
Had enough fear

No more midnight calls

I get one postcard card a year

She couldn't wait for spring
She let her hair go long
Burnt all her suits
Bought a dozen thongs

Her place is empty
Here in the dark
There are plenty new bodies
All without her spark

Where are my people?
Where is my place?
That's what she sang
In her cube at the bank.

She's in the arms
Of some latin man
Making a dollar a day
Binding books by hand

Sold off her car
Sold off her house
Lives with twenty tango shoes
And a see-through blouse

She couldn't wait for spring
Burned all her books
Cd's went next
We got concerned

She never answers email,
She's never at home
Somebody told me
She's been disowned

Where are my people?
Where is my place?
That's what she sang
In her cube at the bank
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Spring Lyrics

Bob Gaulke – Spring Lyrics