Rosa clocks in at the laundromat She folds strangers' shirts for eleven years Counts the quarters twice Nobody asks her name in here Keeps a photo taped inside the register Her son in a cap that doesn't fit She says the dryer hums a song She says the dryer hums a song Ordinary people Ordinary people Holding up the sky with both hands Nobody claps Nobody claps We just do it again Do it again Marcus drives the 6 a.m. route Same seven stops Same woman with the cane He waits an extra beat She never thanks him once He never needs her to The engine idles like a heart The engine idles like a heart Ordinary people Ordinary people Holding up the sky with both hands Nobody claps Nobody claps We just do it again Do it again Small hands small hours small mercy Small hands small hours small grace Somebody's rent somebody's mother Somebody's Tuesday face I am one of them You are one of them Ordinary people Ordinary people Holding up the sky with both hands Nobody claps Nobody claps We just do it again Do it again Ordinary people Ordinary people Carry what they cannot say Nobody sees Nobody sees Still we show up Show up
