Track 8 of the album The Third Chair · 2015
Last Dryer, Warm Towels, Half Past Twelve
“A warm dryer is the closest thing to a lullaby a tired person gets. I sang to the rhythm of the drum, which was an actual dryer on the first demo.”
jazz ballad · lullaby · cosy jazz · 3:41
Lyrics
The dryer hums a lullaby The last machine is running A yellow light, a plastic chair And nobody is coming I take the towels out, still warm And press them to my face They smell like rain and cotton And a quiet little grace Warm towels, half past twelve The world has gone to sleep Warm towels, half past twelve And a secret I can keep Nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong Just the hum of a gentle song Warm towels, half past twelve And I am right where I belong A stranger folds his shirts nearby We nod, we say no word The rhythm of the turning drum Is the sweetest sound I've heard Some nights the heart needs nothing more Than something warm to hold A soft machine, a window glass And a story left untold Warm towels, half past twelve The world has gone to sleep Warm towels, half past twelve And a secret I can keep Nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong Just the hum of a gentle song Warm towels, half past twelve And I am right where I belong Fold them slow Fold them slow Home I go