6. Last Light at the Laundromat

Quarter past midnight Washers turning slow Blue light through the window Nobody left to know Your red shirt in the dryer Mine folded on the chair Strange to watch two lives go round Like neither one was there Lady at the counter Reads the same page twice Coffee going cold beside her Neon making everything white I came to wash the smoke out The dust, the barroom floor But some stains don't need removing They just don't fit you anymore Under the last light At the laundromat I watched our whole life turning Through a circle of glass No thunder, no goodbye No reason to pretend Just forty-seven minutes Till the spinning has to end Your shirt stopped moving first Mine kept another round I stood there with my change Listening to the machines wind down I could've called you then Could've tried one final lie Instead I opened up the dryer And let the heat roll by Under the last light At the laundromat I watched our whole life turning Through a circle of glass No thunder, no goodbye Nothing left to defend Just forty-seven minutes Till the spinning has to end I folded what was mine Left yours inside the drum Some endings don't slam doors They hum Under the last light At the laundromat I saw the man I was And didn't ask him back No thunder, no goodbye No promise to amend I took my clothes I killed the light And let the spinning end Let it end Let it end