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, 
They said I could let this bridge wash out 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 scene 
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 can leave tonight, 
Start over on Spring Street, 
I am [bad word] 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 the 
one who 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...