Something About Trains - Jane Siberry

somethin''bout trains

somethin''bout love

somethin''bout this old Earth

and the way it looks from up above

somethin''bout satellites

somethin''bout down below

somethin''bout the hissing of that old steam iron

as you press your clothes

beam 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 soul

somethin''bout 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 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 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

every time I hear that old black crow

every time I hear that whistle blowing

I find myself a-shivering in my soul

somethin''bout trains

somethin''bout love

somethin''bout this old Earth

and the way it looks tonight