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      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      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