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