Lyrics
Dear diary, it's midnight I'm at the laundromat Basket on my hip Rain upon the glass Quarter for the dryer Warm clothes in my hands Quarter for the dryer Grey town, sunny plans Stranger reads a paper Machine goes round and round Nobody in a hurry Nice to hear that sound Quarter for the dryer Warm clothes in my hands Quarter for the dryer Grey town, sunny plans Fold it up, fold it up Tomorrow's a clean page Fold it up, fold it up Sunshine's on its way Bag is full and toasty I step out in the night The city's wet and shining And I feel all right Quarter for the dryer Warm clothes in my hands Quarter for the dryer Grey town, sunny plans