A hundred Januaries gone And I'm still in my shell Could've made a string of pearls by now Then I'd have something to sell I'm gonna sit and feed the birds Tell them all the news I've heard The ghosts I've seen The cabin fever setting in And all the April Girls Well they never look at me No they never look at me But I love them anyway The empty pantry in my head Is about to overflow I'm an army waiting to be fed And my senses need to know Me and time are on the march And I’ve ripped the clouds apart Put some flowers down on winter’s shallow grave And all the April Girls Well they never look at me No they never look at me But I love them anyway I keep the tunnel vision on My opinions to myself I couldn’t even tell the time Take my breakfast off the shelf No more cobwebs to collect No more rooms left to be swept See you popping up like little sprouting seeds All you April Girls Well you never look at me No they never look at me But I love them anyway No they never look at me No they never look at me But I love them anyway