Track Insight / Lyrics
I'm waiting, wiping down the counter,
Rough hands in dish soap, hands-over-hands
Coffee cups and broken odds and ends
Lonely night shift, every hour counts
Thunder rolls, a heavy symphony
Relief in the rhythm for the me
Time slips by with each spin cycle
Ding ding ding, the minutes fly
Half past two, three on the dot
Those dance-rock hooks start to plot
I crave solace in the strings
Rickenbacker chimes, wild refrains
Rainy night laundromat, neon lit
Rickenbacker's sore thumbs, seventh heaven hit
Strumming in the spin cycle's hum
Guitar backing, getting numb
In the wash, the world unwinds
Riffs and roil, both that I find
Laundry line sheets in the tray
Crisp white noise, people's say
Everyday secrets in the soap
Scrumptious suds, the story's scope
Midnight shift sirens, their wail
Songs I hum, the night's small tale
Rainy night laundromat, neon lit
Rickenbacker's sore thumbs, seventh heaven hit
Strumming in the spin cycle's hum
Guitar backing, getting numb
In the wash, the world unwinds
Riffs and roil, both that I find
Fragile clothes, scrubbed clean, and flung
To the line, where they dry and hang
Fragile life, moments like these too
In the wash, both that we renew
In the spin, a story turns
Life's messy stories, love and burns
Rainy night laundromat, neon lit
Rickenbacker's sore thumbs, seventh heaven hit
Strumming in the spin cycle's hum
Guitar backing, getting numb
In the wash, the world unwinds
Riffs and roil, both that I find
As the night winds down, the final rack
Almost dry, I set the timer back
Noah's Ark of tired detergent dreams
Ending soon, my song's final theme
Rickenbacker's last, lone refrain
Drying on the line, frame by frame.
