Rain taps the glass in steady time
Washer drums a low bass line
Kid folds wings on plastic seat
Paper plane meets fluorescent heat
Spin cycle turns the gray to gold
Paper wings catch the light unfold
Hum and thump of the big machine
Cleanest sight that I've ever seen
Plane lifts off from sticky floor
Rides the draft from the dryer door
Banking sharp past the soap suds wall
Never hits the ground at all
Spin cycle turns the gray to gold
Paper wings catch the light unfold
Hum and thump of the big machine
Cleanest sight that I've ever seen
I kept a lamp on rocky shore
Swept the black for one day more
This tin roof hums the same old tune
Washing salt beneath the moon
Spin cycle turns the gray to gold
Paper wings catch the light unfold
Hum and thump of the big machine
Cleanest sight that I've ever seen
Storm breaks slow on morning street
Dryer sighs with warm exhaust heat
Kid picks up his plane so light
Walks out past the glass so bright
Spin cycle turns the gray to gold
Paper wings catch the light unfold
Hum and thump of the big machine
Cleanest sight that I've ever seen
Spin cycle turns the gray to gold
Wings fold flat in a small damp hand
Clean clothes stacked the night is planned
