Laundromat Slow Dance

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Verse

There is nobody in here except the two of us, it's late
And the dryers do the drumming and the drumming is a sound
And the fluorescent overhead is buzzing all around
And your sneakers on the linoleum are squeaking on the ground
Oh, of all the ballrooms in the world, this is the one we found
There's a quarter in the jukebox that's been broken since 'o-eight
But we don't require music, we can do it with the weight
Of a Tuesday and a laundromat and nothing else but fate

Chorus

Laundromat slow dance, give me one more chance
Put your head against my shoulder while the whites are going slow
Put your hand inside my pocket, it's the warmest place I know
And the world is very big but it is smaller here, and so
Let the rinse cycle finish, I have nowhere else to go
Laundromat slow dance, accidental romance
Every ordinary Tuesday's got an extraordinary chance
And it's spinning, and it's spinning, and it's spinning in advance

Verse

We were only doing laundry, we had detergent, we had soap
And you laughed about a sock and then you stopped and you were there
With the light upon your shoulder and the light inside your hair
And I don't know what I did with all the oxygen and air
Oh it's cheap and it's fluorescent and it's absolutely rare
I have never been religious but I think I've got a hope
That whatever runs the universe is somewhere in the soap
And it saw us in a laundromat and gave us both some rope

Chorus

Laundromat slow dance, give me one more chance
Put your head against my shoulder while the whites are going slow
Put your hand inside my pocket, it's the warmest place I know
And the world is very big but it is smaller here, and so
Let the rinse cycle finish, I have nowhere else to go
Laundromat slow dance, accidental romance
Every ordinary Tuesday's got an extraordinary chance
And it's spinning, and it's spinning, and it's spinning in advance

Bridge

When the cycle's finally over and the laundry's getting cold
We will fold it like we're grown-ups and we'll put it all away
And we'll walk into the parking lot and neither of us say
Anything about the dancing that we did there anyway
Oh it doesn't need a word, it can be perfect either way
And in thirty-something years when we are wrinkled and we're old
It'll still be Tuesday midnight and it still won't have been told
And the dryers will be turning and the turning will be gold