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
['anti-folk', 'buffalo ny indie', 'ectofolk', 'lilith', 'pop rock', 'singer-songwriter', "women's music"]