Specifically, the Tom Waits track. It’s a fitting song for those above the equator who are now bidding adieu to brown grass and bare branches to beckon craning crocuses and warmer breezes.
Waits is a recent inductee into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame (watching him wittily and reluctantly accept his award is worth a watch). And we Kiwi Collection editors agree that his heartening lyrics laid out in trademark guttural groan reflect the rough romance of winter’s transition to spring.
Gas up the restored ’69 Mustang (all black, convertible option preferable) for a cruise through cherry blossomed streets. Speed if you must, spring waits for no one.