[Verse 1] I missed my exit somewhere past Mars Burned up the brakes underneath the stars Dropped through the desert with a busted GPS Found a neon sign saying SOAP, SUDS, SOLITUDE — YES Helmet on the dryer, boots on the floor Black cat staring like he’s seen this before Quarter in the jukebox, number forty-two It played an old Earth love song I swore I once knew [Pre-Chorus] Then something tapped my shoulder With a rusty little hand Held up one white daisy Like that was somehow planned [Chorus] At the laundromat at the end of the universe Where the lonely come clean and the homesick hurt Where the whites go round and the darks go in And the sign on the washer says SOME THINGS STILL SPIN There’s a jukebox playing for nobody tonight Route 66 disappearing into satellite light I crossed half of creation just to figure out this: You can wash away the miles But you can’t wash out what you miss [Verse 2] He rolled up beside me, all dents and rust One eye flickering, wheels full of dust I said, “You stranded?” He nodded once Then pointed at the flower Like, Lady, don’t ask dumb stuff There were bedsheets flying underneath Saturn One sock hanging where it shouldn’t have been And somewhere between rinse and final cycle I started feeling almost human again [Pre-Chorus] Maybe home ain’t where you landed Maybe home ain’t where you’ve been Maybe home’s whoever finds you When you’re running out of spin [Chorus] At the laundromat at the end of the universe Where the lonely come clean and the homesick hurt Where the whites go round and the darks go in And the sign on the washer says SOME THINGS STILL SPIN There’s a jukebox playing for nobody tonight Route 66 disappearing into satellite light I crossed half of creation just to figure out this: You can wash away the miles But you can’t wash out what you miss [Instrumental — dirty retro-futuristic guitar riff, jukebox piano and synth pulse] [Bridge — stripped, intimate] I asked him where everybody went He pointed at the stars I asked him why he stayed behind He touched his little heart Then handed me the daisy And I laughed until I cried Two broken things beneath a moon With nowhere left to hide [Build] So I fed another quarter To that ancient neon shrine He climbed up on the washer And kept terrible time [FINAL CHORUS — HUGE] AT THE LAUNDROMAT AT THE END OF THE UNIVERSE We made lonely sound a little less like a curse Let the whole damn galaxy cave itself in We’ve got three more quarters— AND SOME THINGS STILL SPIN! Let the jukebox scream Let the clothesline fly Let Route 66 run straight through the sky If tomorrow never finds us Well, tonight’ll do just fine At the laundromat At the laundromat At the laundromat At the end of time [Outro — female vocal, almost smiling] He gave me the flower. I gave him my last quarter. Fair trade.
