| Song | Spring Street |
| Artist | Dar Williams |
| Album | Many Great Companions |
| I'm sorry that | |
| I left you with your questions all alone | |
| But I was too happy driving and too angry to drive home | |
| I was thinking about the easy courage of my distant friends | |
| They said, “ | |
| I could let this bridge wash out and never make amends” | |
| Can I blow this small town make a big sound | |
| Like the star of a film noir postcard | |
| Can I just forget the frames | |
| I shared with you | |
| And I can't believe what they're saying | |
| They're saying | |
| I can change my mind | |
| Start over on | |
| Spring Street, | |
| I'm welcome anytime | |
| There are spring street storefront daisies floating on their neon stems | |
| There are new shirts on the clothes racks should | |
| I feel like one of them | |
| I can find a small apartment where a struggling artist died | |
| And pretend because | |
| I pay the rent | |
| I know that pain inside | |
| Yeah, let's watch the tour bus stop and tell us | |
| Here's the scene of a spring green life dream | |
| Take the best part write it in your caffeine diary | |
| And I can't believe what they're saying | |
| They’re saying | |
| I can leave tonight | |
| Start over on | |
| Spring Street, | |
| I'm welcome anytime | |
| This year | |
| April had a blizzard just to show she did not care | |
| And the new dead leaves | |
| They made the trees look like children with gray hair | |
| But I'll push myself up through the dirt and shake my petals free | |
| I'm resolved to being born and so resigned to bravery | |
| Yeah the one who leaves this also grieves this | |
| Too much rain on a prairie flood plain | |
| Houses floating, love is like that we built on the river, yeah | |
| And that's to say, yeah | |
| I'm leaving | |
| But I don't have to go there | |
| I don't have to go to | |
| Spring Street 'cause it's spring everywhere |
| I' m sorry that | |
| I left you with your questions all alone | |
| But I was too happy driving and too angry to drive home | |
| I was thinking about the easy courage of my distant friends | |
| They said, " | |
| I could let this bridge wash out and never make amends" | |
| Can I blow this small town make a big sound | |
| Like the star of a film noir postcard | |
| Can I just forget the frames | |
| I shared with you | |
| And I can' t believe what they' re saying | |
| They' re saying | |
| I can change my mind | |
| Start over on | |
| Spring Street, | |
| I' m welcome anytime | |
| There are spring street storefront daisies floating on their neon stems | |
| There are new shirts on the clothes racks should | |
| I feel like one of them | |
| I can find a small apartment where a struggling artist died | |
| And pretend because | |
| I pay the rent | |
| I know that pain inside | |
| Yeah, let' s watch the tour bus stop and tell us | |
| Here' s the scene of a spring green life dream | |
| Take the best part write it in your caffeine diary | |
| And I can' t believe what they' re saying | |
| They' re saying | |
| I can leave tonight | |
| Start over on | |
| Spring Street, | |
| I' m welcome anytime | |
| This year | |
| April had a blizzard just to show she did not care | |
| And the new dead leaves | |
| They made the trees look like children with gray hair | |
| But I' ll push myself up through the dirt and shake my petals free | |
| I' m resolved to being born and so resigned to bravery | |
| Yeah the one who leaves this also grieves this | |
| Too much rain on a prairie flood plain | |
| Houses floating, love is like that we built on the river, yeah | |
| And that' s to say, yeah | |
| I' m leaving | |
| But I don' t have to go there | |
| I don' t have to go to | |
| Spring Street ' cause it' s spring everywhere |