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 town is getting old 

And these streets are drenched with a sent I’ve known so long 

Even though I trace these steps 

Concerned only for the next thing I get 

I came here to catch a ride on the wind 

To see what tomorrow might bring 

So far all I got is a head that spins 

And a slate that I can’t wipe clean 

For me this town is getting old 

And these streets are drenched with a sent I’ve known so long 

Even though I trace these steps 

Concerned only for the next meal I get