why spring ain't here
franks, michael
never knew the point of no return till i crossed it
never knew there could be love supreme till i lost it
playing solo seemed ultra-cool - now it's clear
our mid-winter goodbye must be why
buds unopening refuse to bloom in low pressure
i feel like the man who lost the map to his treasure
will the notes that i sing ever stop turning blue?
i'm unsprung like the spring i the absence of you
wintertime just won't break
like the calendar's rusted
my mistakes was in letting you disappear
our french film - like goodbye must be why
i can't demote my overcoat cause
i still am seem in l.l. bean cause
turn up the song and don't be long. make spring be here