Track Insight / Lyrics
He sits beside the dryer number three
A paperback he'll never read
The window shakes with every gust of wind
The rain won't quit, the night won't end
Washer light, burning low
Spinning all the things he can't let go
Washer light, hold the line
Keep him here till morning time
A quarter rolls across the speckled floor
He doesn't chase it anymore
The vending machine just hums a tired tune
A fluorescent halo, a paper moon
Washer light, burning low
Spinning all the things he can't let go
Washer light, hold the line
Keep him here till morning time
A woman left her coat on chair number nine
He folds it neat, says it's not mine
The clock above the door is running fast
He counts the minutes, makes them last
The puddle by the door reflects the street
A world asleep beneath his feet
He's not lonely, he's just alone
A pocket watch without a home
The soapy window blurs the parking lot
A semitruck that time forgot
He thinks of someone's kitchen, warm and bright
A light he left on every night
Washer light, burning low
Spinning all the things he can't let go
Washer light, hold the line
Keep him here till morning time
At five fifteen the rain begins to slow
The sky turns gray, the streetlamps glow
He locks the door and steps into the mist
Another shift, another list
Washer light, burning low
Spinning all the things he can't let go
Washer light, hold the line
Keep him here till morning time
Keep him here till morning time
Rain on the roof, a fading hum
The day begins, the night is done
