The Suds and the Sound

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dust on the dashboard
Back at the glass door
Of the Wash-O-Matic store
I don’t want any more
Of those city lights
And those lonely nights
I left the high-rise view
To find something true
[Pre-Chorus]
Lavender and warm steam
Floating like a soft dream
Folded piles of white lace
Hide the tears on my face
[Chorus]
It’s the suds and the sound
Of a life turning ‘round
Old Shania on the box
Matching up my cotton socks
No one asks me why
I had to say goodbye
Just a quarter in the slot
Is all the grace I’ve got
[Post-Chorus]
Let it spin
Let the healing begin
Wash the heartache away
On a Tuesday afternoon
[Verse]
Old Joe is leaning back
By the vending snack rack
He says “Welcome home, kid”
Like he knows what I did
He doesn't need the news
Or why I’ve got the blues
He just hands me the change
In a world that feels strange
[Pre-Chorus]
Static on my wool coat
Lump inside my tired throat
Spinning like a silver wheel
Learning how to finally feel
[Chorus]
It’s the suds and the sound
Of a life turning ‘round
Old Shania on the box
Matching up my cotton socks
No one asks me why
I had to say goodbye
Just a quarter in the slot
Is all the grace I’ve got
[Bridge]
I tried to be the girl
In that high-rise world
But the skyline felt so cold
And the lies were getting old
Now the dryer’s humming low
Telling me it’s time to go slow
Wait for the cycle to end
Find a way to mend
[Breakdown]
(Pedal steel swells)
(Fiddle starts to climb)
(The smell of dryer sheets)
(The rhythm of the street)
[Chorus]
It’s the suds and the sound
Of a life turning ‘round
Old Shania on the box
Matching up my cotton socks
No one asks me why
I had to say goodbye
Just a quarter in the slot
Is all the grace I’ve got
[Outro]