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-s
Hivering 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