Down to the Laundromat

I remember sunny weekends, ignoring my phone
Too many friends with too many big plans
But you and I had pressing business, scribbled on a checklist
I knew they would never understand

We would walk on down to the laundromat
You and I would split a machine
Stop by the pharmacy on our way back
You’d share another afternoon with me

Ever since a boy, I always hated my chores
And that endless life docket is tall
Dishes, mopping, grocery shopping
Somehow with you, I never minded at all

We would walk on down to the laundromat
You and I would split a machine
Hit the post office on our way back
You’d share another afternoon with me

Staying up in our room
Kissing, laughing
You and me and the moon
And a red hot mattress, soaked in passion

Sure, we had that
Lord knows we did
But we’d both had it before
I’d never smiled so wide doing nothing at all
I’ve never been so excited to be bored

I was on top of the world with you, my girl
On top of a dirty pile of clothes
My pocket full of quarters, my chest full of butterflies
Offered my detergent like a red, red rose

We would walk on down to the laundromat
You and I would split a machine
We’d hit the library with books due back
You’d share your life with me

If you ever reminisce on that fresh lemon mist
Just call or drop me a line
We can walk on down to the laundromat
Split a machine like old times