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