[INTRO] Sweep to the left. Sweep to the right. Everything lovely. Everything bright. Morning is coming. Plenty of time. The Museum opens at nine. [VERSE 1] Dust by the marble. Dust by the door. Something with seven legs under drawer four. Half of an idea stuck to my shoe. Don't know what it was. Don't need to. [CHORUS] Sweep it away. Put it somewhere. Nobody asks how clean gets there. Polish the glass. Straighten the sign. The Museum opens at nine. [VERSE 2] Yesterday somebody left on the floor a beautiful thought that didn't work anymore. I gave it a look. It gave one back. Into the bin. Along with the wax. [INTERLUDE] Hmm-hmm-hmm... Ba-da-da... Hmm-hmm— ... That's unusual. ... Sweep. [VERSE 3] Bob said, "Wasn't there more stuff?" June said, "I think there was." Bob said, "Where did it go?" I said— ... Nothing. Wasn't my question. [CHORUS] Sweep it away. Put it somewhere. Nobody notices what isn't there. Polish the marble. Everything fine. The Museum opens at nine. [BRIDGE] A chorus with no verse. A question with no why. Three perfectly good notes that somebody didn't like. A little blue something. A mechanical thumb. A word on a card: PERHAPS. Hmm. Keep that one. [INSTRUMENTAL INTERRUPTION] [FINAL VERSE] Floor looks beautiful. Glass looks clear. Nothing remarkable happened in here. Unlock the entrance. Turn on the sign. Eight fifty-nine. [FINAL CHORUS] Sweep it away. Put it somewhere. Nobody asks how nothing gets there. Everything lovely. Everything fine. The Museum— opens— at nine. [END] ... Perhaps.
