My Wanderin Mt.

Words by Paul Streckfus
Music by Jorge Lara, Lino Max, Juan Ramos,
Ernest Salaz, and Paul Streckfus

Stop sign where traffic
Never ends
Come sliding by my shadow
Want to make friends
But I got
No warm heart for
Your noisey chokin
Smokey place
That defines your race
From home to work
Office desk phone counter clerk
Got line one,
Line two on hold
Hands delt fast
This one I fold
Hands delt fast this one I fold

Invitation not handed down
To the game after five
End of the day card
Punched in a clock
Movin on past
The cars in line
Lookin at the lights
And streets and sign
No time for your doors
And windows of tint
No sweet minted taste
Of the great outdoors in sight
In this off ramp on
Are you gonna buy one
With your money
Given for your time at their place?
Your tv hours
Your mid-day naps
Television oven microwave
Counts them down
2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Here comes the bus
Here comes the bus
Put your feet on the line
Look straight ahead
Black ink please
Sign in red
Carry on your person
At all times
Surrender you have nine days
There are one million ways
To break the law
The stop sign the warning that you never saw
Get back in line
Get back on time
Don't be the last one speeding ahead
But follow the leader
Look straight ahead
When were you born?
How much do you weigh?
Eyes, hair, sex, address, and race
Swear it's the truth
The lie that you told
Finger prints flat, not rolled
Invitation
I run, I run, I run
Here comes the bus
My mountain's wandering
My mountain’s wandering
My mountain’s wandering

Here comes the
Here comes the
Here comes the
Here comes the

My mountain’s wandering
Here comes the bus
Here comes the rain
Here comes the
My mountain’s wandering

Put your feet on the line
Put your feet on the line
Black ink please
Sign in red
Surrender
You have nine days
There are one million ways
To break the law
The stop sign the warning
That you never saw
Get back in line
Get back on time
Get back on time
Get back