"we're dust in the spotlights, we're just kinda floating"

Florida comes back to me in mysterious ways.
The most recent of which was in the car on the way home
from Seth's birthday dinner.
The XM radio was playing a random song
and we both looked at each other and said
"did they just say 'Ybor City'?"
And they did.
my favorite part from The Hold Steady's "Slapped Actress" Don’t tell my sister about your most recent vision.
Don’t tell my family—they’re all wicked-strict christian.
Don’t tell the hangers-on, don’t tell your friends.
Don’t tell them we went down to Ybor City, again.
Don’t tell the dancers, they’ll just get distracted.
Don’t tell the DJs.
They already suspect us.
Don’t mention the bloodshed, don’t mention the scams.
Don’t tell them Ybor City almost killed us, again.
We are the theatre, they are the people—dressed up to be seated, lookin’ upwards and dreamin’.
We’re the projectors. We’re hosting the screening.
We’re dust in the spotlights…we’re just kinda floating.
Don’t drop little hints.
I don’t want them to guess.
Don’t mention Tampa, they’ll just know all the rest.
Don’t mention bloodshed, don’t tell them it hurts.
Don’t say we saw angels, they’ll take us straight to the church...