Fagen Donald Teahouse On The Tracks Lyrics

Teahouse On The Tracks Lyrics

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