Springtime All Over Again - John Hartford

I do push-ups with my heart

To see this railroad station picture that I found

And this two-dimension smile of yours

It mocks me though it never makes a sound

Still I’m watching all the drugstores

And the laundry’s and the newsstands

But you hardly ever seem to come around

In winter, empty rooms I’ve laid awake

To crumple up my dirty sheet

Rehearsing til I’m sorry

All the things i might say if we should meet

If it be way down on Broadway

Or maybe on division, or over by the city hall

Or if by chance it be on commerce street

And the steam pipes rattle and the cold winds blow

Through radiator visions of ice and snow

I think I see you quickly go

And it’s springtime all over again

I give a dime for coffee

And a dollar for some steamy, greasy plate

I peel my jacket from my back

And hang it there to drip upon the grate

I think you might have been here, yes

But if you have you’ve melted

Or you weren’t, or I was just a little late

And the steam pipes rattle and the cold winds blow

Through radiator visions of ice and snow

I think I see you quickly go

And it’s springtime all over again