Lyrics Donald Fagen

Donald Fagen

Century's End

Those trucks in the street

Is it really Monday

Time to find some trouble again

Make a bid for romance

While the dollar stands a chance

Dumb love in the city at century's end

We tap to this line

Dancing on a mirror

There's no disbelief to suspend

It's the dance, it's the dress

She's a concept more or less

Dumb love in the city at century's end

(At century's end)

Nobody's holding out for heaven

It's not for creatures here below

We just suit up for a game

The name of which we used to know

It might be careless rapture

This kid's got the eye

Call it pirate radar

Scooping out the roof for some trend

But there's nobody new

So she zeroes in on you

Dumb love in the city at century's end

(At century's end)

Nobody's holding out for heaven

It's not for creatures here below

We just suit up for a game

The name of which we used to know

By now it's second nature

Scratch the camera

We can grab the locals

Let's get to the love scene, my friend

Which means look, maybe touch

But beyond that not too much

Dumb love in the city at century's end

Dumb love in the city

Love in the city at century's end

Love in the city at century's end

Love in the city at century's end

Love in the city at century's end