Lyrics

The next time I am at the laundromat I'm gonna talk to her And the next time I talk to her I'm gonna ask her out The soap is old the dry is cold and I cannot fold My socks in knots as the quarters drop and I'm stuck in parking lots As I listen to the machines go 'round The next time I am at the laundromat I'm gonna call my dad And the next time I call my dad I will apologize The snack machine is stuck between the TV and magazines That talk about our self-doubt and the things we can't live without As I listen to the machines go 'round I've been waitin' after weekend after weekend after