Lyrics 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

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’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 room for some trend
But there’s nobody new
So she zeroes in on you
Dumb love in the city 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

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