in Chicago's Deep Dish
fluorescent light
of the bathroom shows my hands
as they are
see an eyelash on my cheek
pick it up and make a wish
and walk back out into the bar
wind at the windows
neon lights the patterned pane
the waitress weilds the weight
of her tray around her palm
the doorman cups his hands
and lights his cigarette again
and the rain marches on
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 at the top shelf
then I throw my head back
and laugh at myself
I raise a toast to all our saviours
each so badly behaved
it's too bad that their world
is the one that that they saved
come down and dance with me
now is when it's got to be
'cos I can't wait for the dance floor
to fill in
if you wanna dance with me
I'll show you how it's gonna be
'cos I can't wait for the band
to begin
There are spiders
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'