days spent in a laundromat
warm wind blowing where she sits
intently watching as faded socks run round
on their way to the lost and found

single mother in a puddle of unwashed dreams
pressure on her back, baby on her knee
wondering where it all went wrong
and if it's too late to choose another song

how easy it is to give up hope
in the midst of kids and laundry soap
this spin cycle is no surprise
there's not enough softener for some folks lives

woman at the counter reads her magazine
with no thought beyond the pages sheen
just another day on this dead-end job
halfhearted smile, unwelcomed nod

stuck in this life like all the rest
mid-breath is all she hopes to catch
conversations but not too deep
pocket full of change because nothings free

how easy it is to give up hope
in the midst of kids and laundry soap
this spin cycle is no surprise
there's not enough softener for some folks lives