She couldn't wait for spring says
'You don't know how to live'
Took a plane south
Sent her credit to hell
Had enough logic
Had enough fear
No more midnight calls
I get one postcard card a year
She couldn't wait for spring
She let her hair go long
Burnt all her suits
Bought a dozen thongs
Her place is empty
Here in the dark
Plenty of other bodies
All without her spark
Where are my people?
Where is my place?
That's what she sang
In her cube at the bank
Now she's in the arms of some latin man
Earning four dollars a day binding books by hand
Sold off her car, sold off her house
Lives with forty tango shoes and a see-through blouse
She couldn't wait for spring
Burnt all her books
Music went next
That's when we got concerned
She never answers email
She's never at home
Somebody told me
She's been disowned
Where are my people?
Where is my place?
That's what she sang
In her cube at the bank
Bob Gaulke - Spring Lyrics
Bob Gaulke - Spring Lyrics
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She couldn't wait for spring says
'You don't know how to live'
Took a plane south
Sent her credit to hell
Had enough logic
Had enough fear
No more midnight calls
I get one postcard card a year
She couldn't wait for spring
She let her hair go long
Burnt all her suits
Bought a dozen thongs
Her place is empty
Here in the dark
Plenty of other bodies
All without her spark
Where are my people?
Where is my place?
That's what she sang
In her cube at the bank
Now she's in the arms of some latin man
Earning four dollars a day binding books by hand
Sold off her car, sold off her house
Lives with forty tango shoes and a see-through blouse
She couldn't wait for spring
Burnt all her books
Music went next
That's when we got concerned
She never answers email
She's never at home
Somebody told me
She's been disowned
Where are my people?
Where is my place?
That's what she sang
In her cube at the bank
'You don't know how to live'
Took a plane south
Sent her credit to hell
Had enough logic
Had enough fear
No more midnight calls
I get one postcard card a year
She couldn't wait for spring
She let her hair go long
Burnt all her suits
Bought a dozen thongs
Her place is empty
Here in the dark
Plenty of other bodies
All without her spark
Where are my people?
Where is my place?
That's what she sang
In her cube at the bank
Now she's in the arms of some latin man
Earning four dollars a day binding books by hand
Sold off her car, sold off her house
Lives with forty tango shoes and a see-through blouse
She couldn't wait for spring
Burnt all her books
Music went next
That's when we got concerned
She never answers email
She's never at home
Somebody told me
She's been disowned
Where are my people?
Where is my place?
That's what she sang
In her cube at the bank
Writer: Robert Gaulke
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