Taking down the paintings I painted
Taking down the weak things I faded
Taking down everything that quantifies me
Getting rid of the jetsom and flotsom
Cleaning up the bilges and boxes
Of all the stuff that takes its toll upon me

Just a little spring cleaning
All those words with no meaning
Just a little housekeeping in me

Fixing up that dusty old woodshed
Sweeping up the path where my feet led
Folding out all the new linen and sheets
Taking Silvo to all that I’ve tarnished
Picking up all that old garnish
I used to think I needed to satisfy me

Just a little spring cleaning
All those words with no meaning
Just a little housekeeping in me