Century's End - Donald Fagen

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 zeros 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