Artist: Donald Fagen Album: Individual Songs

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 cut to this blonde 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' 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
Scoping out the room for some trend
But there's nobody new so she zeroes in on you
Dumb love in the city at century's end, ah

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 cab, we can grab the local
Lets 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

Crewmen of the true companion
I can see your tired of action
In this everlasting twilight
Home is just a sad extraction

Just beyond the troubled skyways
Young men dream of fire and starshine
I've been dreaming of my own green world
Far across the reach of space time