SPRINGFIELD ROAD, LIFE OFFERS YOU
A NEW SENSE OF MEANING
GONE IS THE SMOG.
IT LIES SOMEWHERE BELOW

I CAN FEEL MY WORDS HEALING
I'VE WAITED ALL WEEK TO GET OVER THE HILL
AND TAKE IN WHAT'S GREEN AND SCENIC
IT'S A NATURAL DRUG, THAN COULD CURE ANY
THUG FROM ALL HIS DISDEMEANING

THE UPPER SPRINGFIELD ROAD

THERE'S DANCING IN THE SUNLIGHT
RABBITS AND HARES
ALL SEARCHING FOR A PLACE

MUSICAL LIARS
FLOWERS IN ABUNDANCE,
THEY DANCE TO A TUNE

PLAYED BY THE WIND AS IT BLOWS
THROUGH THE BLOOM
THE BLOOM, THE BLOOM

THE UPPER SPRINGFIELD ROAD

AND WE'RE DREAMING ABOUT THEM
WHILE LIVING WITHOUT THEM

BLOOM, BLOOM, BLOOM