Dime in My Dryer

It’s your hair in my drain
it’s your voice in my head.
Permission to speak plain
my signal has gone dead.
And all that’s left is noise
a dime in my dryer.
It clanks and caterwauls,
the dime in my dryer.

I miss you, it’s true.
Come back, signal. Fill this void.
Clear as crystal!
Be my signal, end this noise.

It’s your ship on my seas
that cuts across the black.
A moonlit trail of V’s
come waving off your back.
A tide to quiet the noise,
the dime in my dryer.

I miss you, it’s true.
Come back, signal. Fill this void.
Clear as crystal!
Be my signal, end this noise.

Everything clanks and caterwauls…without you.

I miss you, it’s true.
Come back, signal. Fill this void.
Clear as crystal!
Be my signal, end this noise.

The dime in my dryer
The dime in my dryer.