| Spring was never waiting for us, girl | |
| It ran one step ahead | |
| As we followed in the dance | |
| Between the parted pages and were pressed | |
| In love's hot, fevered iron | |
| Like a striped pair of pants | |
| MacArthur'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, no | |
| I recall the yellow cotton dress | |
| Foaming like a wave | |
| On the ground around your knees | |
| The birds, like tender babies in your hands | |
| And the old men playing checkers | |
| By the trees | |
| MacArthur'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 the recipe again | |
| Oh, no | |
| There will be another song for me | |
| For I will sing it | |
| There will be another dream for me | |
| Someone will bring it | |
| I will drink the wine while it is warm | |
| And never let you catch me looking at the sun | |
| And after all the loves of my life | |
| After all the loves of my life | |
| You'll still be the one | |
| I will take my life into my hands | |
| And I will use it | |
| I will win the worship in their eyes | |
| And I will lose it | |
| I will have the things that I desire | |
| And my passion flow like rivers through the sky | |
| And after all the loves of my life | |
| Oh, after all the loves of my life | |
| I'll be thinking of you | |
| And wondering why | |
| MacArthur'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, no | |
| Oh, no | |
| No, no | |
| Oh, no |