| Spring was never waiting for us till |
| It ran one step ahead |
| As we followed in the dance. |
| Between the parted pages |
| We were pressed, |
| In love’s hot, fevered iron |
| Like a striped pair of pants. |
| Mac Arthur’s 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 |
| 'cause it took so long to bake it And I’ll never have that recipe again |
| Oh, nooo! |
| I recall the yellow cotton dress |
| Foaming like a wave |
| On the ground beneath your knees |
| Birds like tender babies in your hands |
| And the old men playing |
| Chinese checkers |
| By the trees |
| Mac Arthur Park’s 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 |
| 'cause it took so long to bake it And I’ll never have that recipe again |
| Oh, nooo! |
| 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 is warn |
| And never let you catch me Looking at the sun, oh yeah |
| And after all the loves of my life |
| After all loves in my life |
| You’ll be the one |
| I will take my life into my hands |