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