Countermoon - Donald Fagen
    On a night like this

    You look up at your lover
    It's like you're in some old cartoon
    Then you detect
    The scent of faded roses
    Up in the sky
    There's that cruel countermoon
    Could that be murder you see in her eyes
    You try a long and desperate kiss
    You can't escape it
    That beam is sure to find you

    On a night like this
    The story is told
    How the women get restless
    And the men grow cold
    Gotham shudders
    There's a chill in the air
    There's a countermoon
    Lovers all beware

    Hand in hand
    You walk along the river
    You stop to clutch and caress
    A countermoonbeam
    Comes sweeping off the water
    She says "You're not my Jackie.
    My Jackie was the best."
    Spitewaves are threatening
    The seaside hotels
    It's nasty weather for July
    Last night you loved her
    Tonight you wonder why


    At every pay phone
    There's somebody cryin'
    All the streets are slick with tears
    When you see that blue ray
    There's a heartquake on the way



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