Something About Trains

something about trains

something about love

something about this old earth

and the way it looks from up above



something about satellites

something about down below

something about the hissing of that old steam iron

as you press your clothes



beam it up beam it down across the world from town to town

most of the time when i'm walking the line i'm looking at the ground



But everytime I hear that whistle blowing

Everytime I hear that old black crow

Everytime I hear that whistle blowing

I find myself a-shivering in my soul



something about love

when things go wrong

when you can't find the one that you love

you keep movin' on



you walk the lonely valley

you walk the line alone

but this old earth is always there

you don't feel so alone



beam it up beam it down across the world from town to town

most of the time when i'm walking the line i'm looking at the ground



But everytime I hear that whistle blowing...



but you wake up in the middle of the night

and a train whistle blows and a dog barks

and something's not quite right

and a cry is sent up from this earth

into the silent sky



beam it up beam it down across the world from town to town

most of the time when i'm walking the liune i'm looking at the ground



But everytime I hear thta whistle blowing

Everytime I hear that old black crow

Everytime I hear that whistle blowing

I find myself a-shivering in my soul



something about trains

something about love

something about this old earth

and the way it looks tonight