Walking past my lover's house
Bitter taste, it fills my mouth
Too much whiskey, too much smoke
Last night's tears hang on my coat
Now the rain has stopped its fall
Street shines like a mirror ball
Sun comes on, it's just enough
Watch the flowers waking up
It's washing day, it's washing day
Colors run and fade away

Big machines all in a row
A mother with her child in tow
Change old paper for silver coin
And lose myself in all this noise
Waking from a peaceful rest
Counting down, a minute left
Cotton stops its jog in place
Hold it warm against my face
It's washing day, it's washing day
Colors run and fade away
It's washing day, it's washing day
Feel the threads like new again

What's this in my dungarees?
In my back pocket, curled and creased
My old notebook filled with you
Our secrets now just streaks of blue
It's all a mess, but beautiful
The emptiness a gift to hold
Write a poem with you in mind
And leave the memory behind
It's washing day, it's washing day
Colors run and fade away
It's washing day, it's washing day
Feel the threads like new again