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