Donald Fagen

Out on the fringe where the shallows meet the scratchlands
Out where hope and the highway ends
You can park or cruise, both ways you lose
This is Flytown now, my friend
You take a walk on Bleak Street
Tonight could be the night you crash
Then you turn and stop, start to fingerpop
You think you hear a wailin' combo
You climb a flight of twisted stairs
Some cat says buddy
If you've got eyes to rhythmatize
Bring your flat hat and your ax
Cause tonight at ten we'll be workin' again
At the Teahouse on the Tracks
The Siegel Bros. were slammin' out a baion
So slick it should have been a crime
Irene and Flocko and little Amy Khan
Lead off the big front line
The crowd was bouncin' in sync with the pulse
You get a case of party feet
Then the room turns bright and fills up with light
And then from somewhere deep inside you
Some frozen stuff begins to crack, better hurry
Take the T-Line to Bleak and Divine
Just above the Good Time Flats
It's your last chance to learn how to dance
At the Teahouse on the Tracks (Teahouse on the Tracks)
On Sunday morning you're back at the wheel
You're feelng calm and crisp and strong
If it feels right, just drive for the light
That's the groovessential facts
Someday we'll all meet at the end of the street
At the Teahouse on the Tracks (Teahouse on the Tracks)
If you've got eyes to rhythmatize
Bring your flat hat and your ax
Cause tonight at ten we'll be workin' again
At the Teahouse on the Tracks
Take the T-Line to Bleak and Divine
Just above the Good Time Flats
It's your last chance to learn how to dance
At the Teahouse on the Tracks (Teahouse on the Tracks)
If it feels right, just drive for the light (drive for the light)
That's the groovessential facts
Someday we'll all meet at the end of the street
At the Teahouse on the Tracks (Teahouse on the Tracks)
If you've got eyes to rhythmatize
Bring your flat hat and your ax
Cause tonight at ten we'll be workin' again
At the Teahouse on the Tracks