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Cover of Quarters for the Dryer, Dance for the Wait

Track 3 of the album Third Place and Grinning · 2021

Quarters for the Dryer, Dance for the Wait

by The Gilded Chorale

“Midnight at the laundromat with a baker, a student and a cab driver all dancing. Real people, real quarters, big gospel clap.”

operatic pop · operatic pop · gospel groove · 3:08

Lyrics

Midnight at the laundromat and the neighbours all came down
The night-shift baker, the student, and the taxi driver from uptown
We're sharing out the quarters and we're sharing out the chairs
With a hundred spinning rainbows and a dozen little prayers

Tap your foot, clap your hands
Dryers drumming, and the whole room stands

Quarters for the dryer, dance for the wait
The night is young and the hour is late
Spin it, spin it, let the whole world roll
Warm clothes, warm hearts, and a warm soul
Quarters for the dryer, dance for the wait
Nobody's leaving, it's never too late
Fold a little laughter into every pile
We'll be dancing in the suds a while

Someone brought a speaker and a song from long ago
The baker took a partner and began to waltz it slow
A student spun a towel like a ribbon in the air
And the taxi driver whistled, and he didn't have a care

Tap your foot, clap your hands
Dryers drumming, and the whole room stands

Quarters for the dryer, dance for the wait
The night is young and the hour is late
Spin it, spin it, let the whole world roll
Warm clothes, warm hearts, and a warm soul
Quarters for the dryer, dance for the wait
Nobody's leaving, it's never too late
Fold a little laughter into every pile
We'll be dancing in the suds a while

Round and round the soapy floor
Who could ask for something more
Strangers swaying, side by side
Here's the soft and sudsy tide

Quarters for the dryer, dance for the wait
The night is young and the hour is late
Spin it, spin it, let the whole world roll
Warm clothes, warm hearts, and a warm soul
Quarters for the dryer, dance for the wait
Nobody's leaving, it's never too late
Fold a little laughter into every pile
We'll be dancing in the suds a while

Dance for the wait, dance for the wait
Warm and folded, and it's getting late
The buzzer sounds, and so we cheer
Midnight's clean, and we're all here