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 youve got eyes
To rhythmatize
Bring your flat hat and your ax
cause tonight at ten
Well 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
Its your last chance
To learn how to dance
At the teahouse on the tracks
On sunday morning
Youre back at the wheel
Youre feelng calm and crisp and strong
Chorus:
If it feels right
Just drive for the light
Thats the groovessential facts
Someday well all meet at the end of the street
At the teahouse on the tracks