Teahouse on the Tracks - 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

    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


    Marco Giunco
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