Track 3 of the album Third Place and Grinning · 2021
Quarters for the Dryer, Dance for the Wait
“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