Quarters in the Midnight Dryer

Lyrics

Midnight at the laundromat, the fluorescent hum
One old man and a bag of clothes, nowhere else to run
Quarters in my pocket, the last ones that I own
Watching my whole life tumble round, a long way from home

There's a girl asleep on the folding table, her baby on her chest
A kid in a work-shirt reading, trying to do his best
We don't say much to each other, we just keep the dryers hot
But strangers sharing warm machines is more than most have got

So spin it round, let it all come clean
The dust of every town I've been
Nobody here is lonely, not tonight
We're all just waiting on the warm and the light
Hold on, hold on, the dark don't last
Fold the sorrow up and let it pass

I pull a shirt out, still warm as a hand
It smells like a porch in a summer land
My daughter used to hold them up against her cheek
Said warm clothes feel like somebody's keeping you, Dad, all week

So spin it round, let it all come clean
The dust of every town I've been
Nobody here is lonely, not tonight
We're all just waiting on the warm and the light
Hold on, hold on, the dark don't last
Fold the sorrow up and let it pass

The buzzer sounds, the cycle's done
A clean start for everyone
The sign out front still glows all night
Somebody left a little light

So spin it round, let it all come clean
The dust of every town I've been
Nobody here is lonely, not tonight
We're all just waiting on the warm and the light
Hold on, hold on, the dark don't last
Fold the sorrow up and let it pass

Fold the sorrow up and let it pass
Warm in my arms, I'm headed home at last