Jane Siberry - Something About Trains

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