Deep Dish

Cold and drizzly night in chicago's deep dish

fluorescent light of the bathroom

shows my hands as they are

see an eyelash on my cheek

pick it off and make a wish

and walk back out into the bar

wind at the windows

neon lights the patterned pane

the waitress wields the weight

of her tray around her palm

the doorman cups his hand

and lights his cigarette again

and the rain marches on

this is only a possibility in a world of possibilities

there are obviously there are many possibilities

ranging from small to large

before long there will be short

before short there was nothing

when there was nothing

there was always the possibility

of something becoming what it is

don't even bother trying

to say something clever

clever is as clever does

no matter what it says

i'm looking for a sign

says you're for real this time

but i don't trust what's in your head

i walk up to the bar

and point to the top shelf

and then i throw my head back

and laugh at myself

i raise a toast to all our saviors

each so badly behaved

it's too bad that their world

is the one that they saved

there's a spider spinning cobwebs

from your elbow to the table

while my eyes ride the crowd

in a secret rodeo

i smile with my mouth

lift my watch up to the light

say oh, look, i have to go

now you got to dance with me,

now is when it's gotta be

'cuz i can't wait for the dance floor to fill in

if you want to dance with me,

i'll show you how it's gonna be

cuz i can't wait for the band to begin