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