DEEP DISH
3:38
- cold and drizzly night in chicago's deep dish
- flourescent 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 hands
- and lights his cigarette agains
- and the rain marches on
- this is only a possibility in a world of possibilities
- there are obviously there are many possiblities
- 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
- sas 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 only 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 mouht
- 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 floot 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