Spring Fever - Sam Roberts Band

The river freed from the clutches of ice

The music of bees pollinates the light

The future hangs on the roll of a dice

The whisper of trees gives voice to the night

I’m on my way

Don’t know where I’m going but I’m here today

Rumors and lust do a dance on the breeze

Easy conversations saying more than they need

And a mouth full of dust makes it harder to breathe

For all the medication but we still can’t see

We’re on our way

Don’t know where we’re going but we’re here today

We’re on our way

Don’t know where we’re going but we’re here today

Everybody’s living underneath the covers

Going off the deep end waiting for the summer

I don’t know the answer, I don’t know the reason

You become a dancer, I become a demon

Always changing with the seasons

I’m leaving home but I hope you know

That I’ll be back before the snows begin

My soul as barren as the soil

But I feel my blood begin to boil again

Listen close and you’ll hear the sound

It’s boiling up from the underground

Spring fever, spring fever has a hold of this town

The music of bees that was lost is found

We’re on our way

Don’t know where we’re going but we’re here today

We’re on our way

Don’t know where we’re going but we’re here today