Spring
Was never
Waiting for us
Still it rain
One step ahead
As we followed
In the dance
Between
The parted pages
We were pressed
In loves
Hot fevered iron
Like a striped pair
Of paints

MacArthur Park
Is melting
In the dark
All the sweet
Green icing
Flowing down
Someone left
The cake
Out in the rain
I don't think
That I can take it
Cuz it took so long
To bake it
And I'll never have
That recipe again

I recall
The yellow
Cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground
Beneath your knees
Birds
Like tender babies
In your hand
And the old men
Playing
Chinese checkers
'Neath the trees

There'll be
Another song for me
And I will sing it
There'll be
Another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine
While it's warm
And never let you
Catch me
Looking at the sun
And after
The loves of my life
You'll still be
The one
And I'll ask myself
Why, why