Donald FagenTeahouse On The Tracks

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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus:] 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 © 2018