The Folding Hour

[Intro]
[Verse]
Salt air through the screen door
Light dancing on the floor
Dusk is settling in
Hear the cycles spin
Washers humming a low tune
Under a rising moon
[Verse]
She picks up a faded tee
Nineteen-ninety-three
Folding edges with care
Steam rises in the air
A band I used to know
From a long time ago
[Chorus]
It’s not the mountain top
It’s where the motions stop
In this quiet space
A soft and steady grace
More than a grand design
This moment is divine
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh, let the rhythm roll
Ooh, quiet for the soul
Just a simple drift
A gentle, silent gift
[Verse]
We chase the silver screen
And every flashy scene
But here in the lint and lace
I find a different pace
No trophies on the wall
Just the evening’s call
[Bridge]
The tide is pulling back
Leaving a silver track
Warmth from the dryer vent
Time that is wisely spent
Not planned or bought or sold
Just stories left untold
[Chorus]
It’s not the mountain top
It’s where the motions stop
In this quiet space
A soft and steady grace
More than a grand design
This moment is divine
[Hook]
Magic in the mundane
Softness through the pane
Holding it all together
Light as a bird’s feather
[Chorus]
It’s not the mountain top
It’s where the motions stop
In this quiet space
A soft and steady grace
More than a grand design
This moment is divine
[Outro]