The genius of Jimmy Webb. "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."