Track 8 of the album State Line Hymnal · 2021
Laundromat Lights, Open All Night
“Midnight at a laundromat with a van full of stink and four sweaty boys. Clean socks are a kind of grace.”
folk rock · warm bar-band rock · singalong · 3:35
Lyrics
We pulled in at midnight with a van full of stink Four sweaty boys and a sock that could sink The laundromat glowing like a ship in the dark Said open all night in the lot by the park Quarters from the tip jar, soap from a stranger's hand A lady taught us folding like a one-woman band We sat on the washers feeling the shake Singing every verse we'd got, for the whole town's sake Oh, the lights are on, the lights are on Open all night till the break of dawn Spin the old road out of our clothes Fresh as a song that nobody knows We're clean and we're loud and we're ready to go Laundromat lights, put on a show The night clerk clapped from behind her book A trucker stopped to give us a look A kid with a baby danced on the tile We played til the dryers all stopped for a while Oh, the lights are on, the lights are on Open all night till the break of dawn Spin the old road out of our clothes Fresh as a song that nobody knows We're clean and we're loud and we're ready to go Laundromat lights, put on a show Warm shirts, warm hands, warm hearts in the hum Ten minutes left and the morning will come Fold it up, fold it up, take it on the road Every little kindness is a lighter load Oh, the lights are on, the lights are on Open all night till the break of dawn Spin the old road out of our clothes Fresh as a song that nobody knows We're clean and we're loud and we're ready to go Laundromat lights, put on a show Laundromat lights, put on a show Warm in the van, and ready to go