somethin' 'bout trains
somethin' 'bout love
somethin' 'bout this old Earth
and the way it looks from up abovesomethin' 'bout satellites
somethin' 'bout down below
somethin' 'bout the hissing of that old steam iron
as you press your clothesbeam it up beam itvdown
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
every time I hear that old black crow
every time I hear that whistle blowing
I find myself a-shivering in my soulsomethin' 'bout love
when things go wrong
when you can't find the one that you love
you keep movin' onyou 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 every time I hear that whistle blowing...but you wake up in the middlevof 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 skybeam 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 groundbut every time I hear that whistle blowing
every time I hear that old black crow
every time I hear that whistle blowing
I find myself a-shivering in my soulsomethin' 'bout trains
somethin' 'bout love
somethin' 'bout this old Earth
and the way it looks tonight
