Countermoon - Donald Fagen

On a night like this

You look up at your lover

It’s like you’re in some old cartoon

Then you detect

The scent of faded roses

Up in the sky

There’s that cruel countermoon

Could that be murder you see in her eyes

You try a long and desperate kiss

You can’t escape it

That beam is sure to find you

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On a night like this

The story is told

How the women get restless

And the men grow cold

Gotham shudders

There’s a chill in the air

There’s a countermoon

Lovers all beware

Hand in hand

You walk along the river

You stop to clutch and caress

A countermoonbeam

Comes sweeping off the water

She says «You're not my Jackie.

My Jackie was the best.»

Spitewaves are threatening

The seaside hotels

It’s nasty weather for July

Last night you loved her

Tonight you wonder why

Chorus

At every pay phone

There’s somebody cryin'

All the streets are slick with tears

When you see that blue ray

There’s a heartquake on the way

Chorus