In hope is for the future

For the liquid dancers

Are all over there in lovers land

Where mouths speak sparks

Winter oozes into spring

Madness is for freezer space

With good clean stuff

Pure American's dish washing

Mister Clean is doing his job

Carry the songs

Into the land of slobs

Eat the weather before it runs over

Start being more refreshing

Between drops of blood

And holy rain.