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 pattered pane

The waitress wields the weight
Of her tray around her palm
The doorman cups his hands
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

(Now you got to dance with me,
Now is when it's gotta be 'cause 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 'cause I can't wait for the band to begin)

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