Track 1 of the album The Third Chair · 2015
Spin Cycle, Midnight Light
“One yellow light stays on in the laundromat at midnight, and I've always wanted to thank whoever left it. Starting the record there felt right.”
jazz ballad · late-night · torch song · 4:27
Lyrics
The laundromat hums at midnight One yellow light stays on The dryers turn like slow moons And the street is long since gone I fold my shirts in silence A stranger folds his too We don't say much of nothing But the quiet sees us through Spin, spin, little warm machine Turn the day into something clean Round and round, the soft lights glow Somebody's here, and I don't feel so alone Spin, spin, in the midnight light Everything's going to be all right A coin drops in the washer It rattles, then it sings The window shows the rain out there The warm air smells of spring A child's red sock is tumbling Beside my old white sheet Nobody here is lonely When the dryers hum that sweet Spin, spin, little warm machine Turn the day into something clean Round and round, the soft lights glow Somebody's here, and I don't feel so alone Spin, spin, in the midnight light Everything's going to be all right Fold it once, fold it twice Hold the warm against your chest Tomorrow is a fresh shirt And tonight you get to rest Spin, spin, little warm machine Turn the day into something clean Round and round, the soft lights glow Somebody's here, and I don't feel so alone Spin, spin, in the midnight light Everything's going to be all right The last load slows, the drum is still The yellow light stays on I carry home the warm And the night is soft and long