Cold rain hits the black street pavement.
Iron pipes make a low payment.
Down in the dark where the water flows.
The heavy metal humming grows.
Rusty can humming in the deep.
While the city falls fast asleep.
Spinning drums and a steady beat.
Underneath the laundry on the street.
Oil leaks on a concrete floor.
Locked tight is the heavy steel door.
Silver coins in a plastic slot.
The basement is a humid spot.
Rusty can humming in the deep.
While the city falls fast asleep.
Spinning drums and a steady beat.
Underneath the laundry on the street.
Salt air in a weathered old hand.
Watching waves hit the gray sea sand.
Now I stand where the dryers spin.
Let the heavy humming begin.
Rusty can humming in the deep.
While the city falls fast asleep.
Spinning drums and a steady beat.
Underneath the laundry on the street.
Zinc skin peeling off in a flake.
Holding on for a tired soul's sake.
Storm clouds move in a steady line.
Keeping time with a rhythmic sign.
Rusty can humming in the deep.
While the city falls fast asleep.
Spinning drums and a steady beat.
Underneath the laundry on the street.
Humming low, humming low.
Steady beat, let it go.
