Wet wool smells like a basement floor
He slides through the automatic door
Steel tools rattle in a leather case
Rain streaks down on a tired face
Spinning out in a humming glow
Tuning strings while the waters flow
Heavy drums and a steady beat
Wash the grime from a city street
He hears a flat note in the machine
The loudest noise that he's ever seen
He twists a dial with a steady hand
The only rhythm in a lonely land
Spinning out in a humming glow
Tuning strings while the waters flow
Heavy drums and a steady beat
Wash the grime from a city street
Plastic chairs in a row of white
Holding on through the middle night
He checks the clock on the cinder wall
Waiting for the heavy rain to fall
Spinning out in a humming glow
Tuning strings while the waters flow
Heavy drums and a steady beat
Wash the grime from a city street
Old coins jingle in a denim fold
The midnight air is turning cold
He packs his kit as the cycle ends
Looking for the place where the music bends
Spinning out in a humming glow
Tuning strings while the waters flow
Heavy drums and a steady beat
Wash the grime from a city street
Just keep it spinning.
Tuning out the rain.
Yeah, keep it spinning.
