Springtime [Verse 1: Bo Bedingfield] It's springtime and all my friends are in the hospital All the dew upon the southern knoll Shimmers like saline on an I.V. pole Or the sera in a central line [Chorus] I don't know why I'm lonely all the time There must be some pathology Some rip or tear from lack of care In the fragile fabric of the old synapses [Verse 2: Bo Bedingfield] It's springtime and I'm holding it between the lines
Got a job as an office clerk The building's new but I know the work Pouring through the ICD-9 [Chorus] I don't know why I'm lonely all the time There must be some pathology Some rip or tear from lack of care In the fragile fabric of the old synapses [Outro] All the lonely nurses and all the next of kin Stretch against the furniture as the day begins