You walk past the old paper stack
With the ink of a century black
Your paws feel the cold on the stone
A midnight wanderer alone
The sky opens up in a rush
The city noise falls to a hush
You seek out a warm yellow glow
Where the heavy water flows slow
Spin cycle rain on the glass
Watching the midnight cabs pass
Scent of the soap and the steam
Living a wide-awake dream
You slip through the door with a leap
While the tired commuters all sleep
The dryer hums a low steady beat
Warming the soles of your feet
The sky opens up in a rush
The city noise falls to a hush
You seek out a warm yellow glow
Where the heavy water flows slow
Spin cycle rain on the glass
Watching the midnight cabs pass
Scent of the soap and the steam
Living a wide-awake dream
You remember the touch of the wool
The gravity heavy and full
A laundry basket left on the floor
Just a few inches from the door
The driver knows how the wind blows
How the salt on the winter road grows
He sees you there by the machine
The strangest sight he's ever seen
Spin cycle rain on the glass
Watching the midnight cabs pass
Scent of the soap and the steam
Living a wide-awake dream
The bell of the bookstore will ring
When the morning birds start to sing
You leave the warm scent of the bleach
For the books that are within your reach
Spin cycle rain on the glass
Watching the midnight cabs pass
Scent of the soap and the steam
Living a wide-awake dream
Keep the change, kid.
Just a cat in the rain.
Spin cycle rain.
