Out on the fringeWhere the shallows meet the scratchlandsOut where hope and the highway endsYou can park or cruiseBoth ways you loseThis is Flytown now my friendYou take a walk on Bleak StreetTonight could be the night you crashThen you turn and stopStart to fingerpopYou think you hear a wailin' comboYou climb a flight of twisted stairsSome cat says buddy[Chorus:]If you've got eyesTo rhythmatizeBring your flat hat and your ax'Cause tonight at tenWe'll be workin' againAt the Teahouse on the TracksThe Siegel Bros. were slammin' out a baionSo slick it should have been a crimeIrene and Flocko and little Amy KhanLead off the big front lineThe crowd was bouncin' in sync with the pulseYou get a case of party feet(Then the room turns brightAnd fills up with light)And then from somewhere deep inside youSome frozen stuff begins to crackBetter hurry[Chorus:]Take the T-Line to Bleak and DivineJust above the Good Time FlatsIt's your last chanceTo learn how to danceAt the Teahouse o
n the TracksOn Sunday morningYou're back at the wheelYou're feelng calm and crisp and strong[Chorus:]If it feels rightJust drive for the lightThat's the groovessential factsSomeday we'll all meet at the end of the streetAt the Teahouse on the Tracks
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