I came through the clothesline
maze of childhood
Up from the city as if in the rain
If you wonder what
I'm doing in the wildwood
Well, I'm off on the hills
to watch the trains
I grew as the vine is fond of growing
But I doubt that I'd grow that way again
If you wonder where it is I'm going
While it's down through the town
to watch the trains
An d the whistles blow as a lighted row
Of windows race around the room,
then they go
Is it any won der that a man like me
What's his luck in locomotives
that go racing to the sea?
Don't know what's happening
tomorrow
Maybe I'll catch me a
fast express and then
My ad dress will be
the other side of sorrow
Till then I'll look through the window,
watching trains
And the whistles blow,
as a lighted row of windows race around you
Then they go
Is it any won der, a man like me
What's his luck in locomot
ives that go racing to the sea?
I don't know what's happening
tomorrow
May be I'll catch me a fast express land
My address will be the
other side of sorrow
So then I'll look through the
window watching trains
Off on the hills to watch the trains
Down through the towns to
watch the trains
Looking through the window
watching trains
years.