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

Every time I hear that whistle blowing

And every time I hear that old black crow

Every time 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, 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 every time 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 the 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 line

I'm looking at the ground

But every time I hear that whistle blowing

And every time I hear that old black crow

Every time I hear that whistle blowing

I find myself a-shivering in my soul

Something about trains and love

And the way this old earth looks tonight