[Verse 1] You were in the back room under fluorescent hum folding blue work shirts with a stain on one thumb I had one sock left and a ripped-up bill you said, “Check the machine” like it knew my will [Pre-Chorus] Then the drum door clicked like a little old door and I saw that shine on the tile floor [Chorus] Quarter in the dryer quarter in the dryer roll, little coin roll a little higher Quarter in the dryer quarter in the dryer you can make a mess and still come out brighter [Verse 2] You laughed at my jacket hung up on the strap said it smelled like rain and a long train map The spin kept turning like a stubborn drum I kept asking questions you kept saying, “Come” [Pre-Chorus] Then your hand brushed mine for a second there and the whole damn room felt lighter than air [Chorus] Quarter in the dryer quarter in the dryer roll, little coin roll a little higher Quarter in the dryer quarter in the dryer you can make a mess and still come out brighter [Bridge] When the cycle ended and the steam came thin you pinned back your hair with a silver bobby pin No grand confession just a look, that’s all but it hit my chest like a bowling ball [Chorus] Quarter in the dryer quarter in the dryer roll, little coin roll a little higher Quarter in the dryer quarter in the dryer you can make a mess and still come out brighter
