Text: James McMurtry. Childish Things. Restless.

She gets a little restless in the spring
She might follow the lines you sing
Bullshit though they are
?Cause sometimes that?s just the thing
If delivered with panache and a certain graceFingertips on satin lace
Cutting cards and quoting Proust
Whatever turns her wild mare loose

She gets a little restless now and then
She feels the changes in the wind
Way down deep where I can?t see
She can get clean away from me
With a side step and subtle shift
And the turning of a key
Locks me out and lets me drift
She?ll come back if I let her be
She?ll come back if I let her be

And I?m just a little down tonight
I?m just a little down
A little messed up is all I?m saying
Just a little down tonightI?m just a little down
But I believe I?ll make it
Believe I?ll make it

She gets a little restless I can tell
When she goes back up inside her shell
And the conversation slows
To a stop and I might as well
Be out alone on the highway
Way off in the Utah sage
Waving to the railroad crew
That?s when I get restless too

She gets a little restless in the spring
She might follow the lines you sing
Bullshit though they are
Sometimes that?s just the thing