MACARTHUR PARK by JIMMY WEBB. Poem by Doug Jacquier.
They rode a flying carpet together and travelled with birds.
They rode a flying carpet together and travelled with birds.
On the train/we ran through fields of wildflowers/as if in slow motion...
As the band was setting up, Johnny’s manager arrived and, handing out sheet music and a running list, said there would be no rehearsals or sound check.