April Girls

A hundred Januaries gone
And I'm still in my shell
Could've made a string of pearls by now
Then I'd have something to sell
I'm gonna sit and feed the birds
Tell them all the news I've heard
The ghosts I've seen
The cabin fever setting in

And all the April Girls
Well they never look at me
No they never look at me
But I love them anyway

The empty pantry in my head
Is about to overflow
I'm an army waiting to be fed
And my senses need to know
Me and time are on the march
And I’ve ripped the clouds apart
Put some flowers down on winter’s shallow grave

And all the April Girls
Well they never look at me
No they never look at me
But I love them anyway

I keep the tunnel vision on
My opinions to myself
I couldn’t even tell the time
Take my breakfast off the shelf
No more cobwebs to collect
No more rooms left to be swept
See you popping up like little sprouting seeds

All you April Girls
Well you never look at me
No they never look at me
But I love them anyway

No they never look at me
No they never look at me
But I love them anyway