Lyrics

I lose my mind late in the springtime
I can’t find my way back ‘til the fall
The months in between are a surrealistic dream
Set against the backdrop of sunshine and greens

Chorus

I tend to feel sad when I’m supposed to feel happy
I feel cranky when I’m supposed to feel good
Perhaps it’s the “supposed to” that makes me rebel
And feel the opposite of what I “should”
I lose my smile in early December
It always returns by New Year's Eve
The weeks of preparing and caring and sharing
Veils an undercurrent of melancholic brooding

Chorus

I tend to feel sad when I’m supposed to feel happy
I feel cranky when I’m supposed to feel good
Perhaps it’s the “supposed to” that makes me rebel
And feel the opposite of what I “should”
January through May, September through November
I’m elated, creative and productive
The rest of the time, I’m in hot pursuit of Cloud 9
But I keep getting lost on the way

Chorus

I tend to feel sad when I’m supposed to feel happy
I feel cranky when I’m supposed to feel good
Perhaps it’s the “supposed to” that makes me rebel
And feel the opposite of what I “should”