" While The Clothes Go Round "
( Mark Cote )

" Well it all seems quite futile "
I said to nobody at all
How did all of my options
Become so incredibly small ?
Friday night at the laundromat
Yeah my life's so obscure it's profound
I'm a shipwreck on dry land
While the clothes go round and round and round...

What's it take to get noticed ?
I'm worthy of more than a glance
Hell, I even speak French -
When do I get my shot at romance ?
One more spin then a tumble dry
I admit static cling gets me down
I should be somewhere else tonight
While the clothes go round and round and round

Everybody's busy with their dirty laundry
No one ever says " hello " or " hey, what's the time ? "
I don't want to live in oblivion
Excuse me, but that sock is mine...

To the mercy of soap go my t-shirts
And my underwear
They relinquish all traces of my life
Of quiet despair
The most stubborn stain of all
Is the most common one to be found
It's the stain of loneliness
While the clothes go round and round and round...

c. 2009 Musika Music ( SESAC )