Forty-Year Spin

[Chorus] Forty years and spin cycles blur Neon puddles stretch and stir Last coin drops, a heavy sound My forty-year-old heart beats profound Lost coins rattle, a whispered plea This damp dryer holds no key To find my way, to turn back home Beneath the moonlit birch, I roam. [Verse] Faded work clothes, worn and thin Another load, where do I begin? The humming machine, a steady beat Echoes footsteps on a lonely street. Bubbles cloud the glass, a hazy screen Third truck's splash, a familiar scene. Each rotation, a number I count As many as the calls I can't surmount. [Pre-Chorus] This fluorescent glow, a sterile light Chasing shadows through the night. Each dropped dime, a memory's chime Lost in the rhythm, lost in time. [Chorus] Forty years and spin cycles blur Neon puddles stretch and stir Last coin drops, a heavy sound My forty-year-old heart beats profound Lost coins rattle, a whispered plea This damp dryer holds no key To find my way, to turn back home Beneath the moonlit birch, I roam. [Verse] Ventilation shaft, a pale white beam Casting shadows like a waking dream. Birch tree branches, stark and bare Mapping lines of deep despair. My fingers trace the wood's rough grain Searching for a path to ease this pain. Each ring a year, a story told But none lead back to days of old. [Bridge] The air is thick with humid sighs And the clinking of coins, a sweet surprise? Or just the sound of what's been saved While all my brightest futures waved Goodbye, like steam into the air Leaving nothing but this silent prayer. [Chorus] Forty years and spin cycles blur Neon puddles stretch and stir Last coin drops, a heavy sound My forty-year-old heart beats profound Lost coins rattle, a whispered plea This damp dryer holds no key To find my way, to turn back home Beneath the moonlit birch, I roam. [Outro]