Meter's running on a midnight street
Wet asphalt humming under tired feet
A scrap of paper by the laundry door
Something a lonely soul cannot ignore
Wash away the ink in the pouring rain
Bleeding out the truth and the hidden pain
Tumbled in the dryer but the word is gone
Waiting for the light of a broken dawn
I've driven circles through this city mud
Cold wind pumping like a winter flood
I saw you standing where the streetlights glare
Reading a letter with a vacant stare
Wash away the ink in the pouring rain
Bleeding out the truth and the hidden pain
Tumbled in the dryer but the word is gone
Waiting for the light of a broken dawn
I wrote the lines with a shaking hand
A map to a place that we both once planned
The paper soaked through in a graying blur
Just a ghost of a memory of who we were
Wash away the ink in the pouring rain
Bleeding out the truth and the hidden pain
Tumbled in the dryer but the word is gone
Waiting for the light of a broken dawn
The soap is smelling like a cheap perfume
The humming motor fills the empty room
Spinning in circles while the water falls
Writing our names on these cinder block walls
The fare is paid and now the engine groans
Driving a stranger to his own old bones
One last look back at the laundry light
Sinking deep into the velvet night
Wash away the ink in the pouring rain
Bleeding out the truth and the hidden pain
Tumbled in the dryer but the word is gone
Waiting for the light of a broken dawn
Just ink in the rain.
Driving slow through the rain.
(Stomp)
Yeah, just rain.
