Rain hammers the fluorescent glass
Tires hiss on flooded asphalt
Machines inhale the damp night air
Cycles turn with mechanical prayer
He watches through the steaming pane
Light fractures on his silver frame
Spin cycle glowing in the dark
Wheels reflect the pulsing arc
Twenty-four hours never sleep
Promises the wash will keep
Spin cycle glowing in the dark
He rides on through the electric heart
Detergent scent fights exhaust fume
Sudden chorus in the waiting room
Altos hum in dryer drums below
Half-remembered hymns from long ago
His breath makes ghosts on handlebar
Reflection fractured stretched bizarre
Spin cycle glowing in the dark
Wheels reflect the pulsing arc
Twenty-four hours never sleep
Promises the wash will keep
Spin cycle glowing in the dark
He rides on through the electric heart
Coin drops clatter on linoleum floor
Someone's life spins round once more
He reads the labels on his jacket sleeve
Cotton polyester belief
Rain writes sermons on his visor clear
No congregation gathers here
Gated thunder on the spin cycle beat
Water sheets off downtown street
Falsetto rises from the machine choir
Higher than the telephone wire
He pedals past the holy glow
Only witness left to know
Spin cycle glowing in the dark
Wheels reflect the pulsing arc
Twenty-four hours never sleep
Promises the wash will keep
Spin cycle glowing in the dark
He rides on through the electric heart
Dawn bleeds gray through sopping clouds
Dryer vents exhale their shrouds
He turns the corner disappears
Six more miles to shift the gears
Laundromat light fades in mirror glass
Another night will spin and pass
Spin cycle glowing in the dark
Wheels reflect the pulsing arc
Twenty-four hours never sleep
Promises the wash will keep
Spin cycle glowing in the dark
Clean wheels spinning through the dark
Halo fades in rearview rain
Spin cycle calls his name