Washing Machine - Amy LaVere, Jimbo Mathus, Jason Freeman

She walked through the park in the dark

Her best friend was her own heart beat

With every little step she’d take

She’d get one step closer to leaving

Sitting in her kitchen at night

She listened to the washing machine

Just wishing that she could leave

But there were so many loads to clean

She could hear it in her head sometimes

Like the change that she was saving in a jar

And the chains on the front porch swing

Were creaking like steps in the dark

One day soon this is all gonna end

One day soon maybe it’ll all begin

He’d tell it to her all the time

He was the best thing she’d ever see

Oh he was stomping up and down the hall

But she could still hear the washing machine

She could hear it in her head sometimes

Like the change that she was saving in a jar

And the chains on the front porch swing

Were creaking like steps in the dark

One day soon this is all gonna end

One day soon maybe it’ll all begin

What a fine mess

Pretty fine indeed

But it’s just too much for me

For me and my washing machine