“El” Stop Thinking

Lyrics by Ronny Criss                                        Copyright 2005

Gonna catch a ride at the Belmont street “L” Station

From hear I can get anywhere

At times she greets me with such frustration

Other days she’ll bore you into a stare.

For me this home is getting old

And these streets are drenched with a stench I’ve known too long

I came here to catch a ride on the wind

To see what tomorrow might bring

But now all I have is a head that spins

And a slate I can’t wipe clean

For me this home is getting old

And these streets are drenched with a stench I’ve known too long

Even though I keep tracing these steps

Concerned only for the next thing I get