He cuts the red and cobalt blue
The rain is coming pouring through
The street is black as any coal
A heavy tide that takes a toll
Spinning round in the white machine
The brightest light he's ever seen
Wash away the grime and the grey
Until the night turns into day
He hears the thrum of metal drums
Where every tired stranger comes
The water beats a steady line
While he creates a holy shrine
A single sheet of amber gold
A story that is never told
The laundry hums a low refrain
Against the hammer of the rain
Spinning round in the white machine
The brightest light he's ever seen
Wash away the grime and the grey
Until the night turns into day
The pedal steel begins to cry
Beneath a bruised and broken sky
He holds the solder in his hand
A lonely man in a lonely land
The dryer heat is thick and sweet
Above the rushing of the street
He fits the pieces one by one
Until the midnight work is done
Spinning round in the white machine
The brightest light he's ever seen
Wash away the grime and the grey
Until the night turns into day
Wash it all away
Until the break of day Glass and spin
Glass and spin
