So Many Roads - Steve Hackett

So many roads

So many trains to ride

So many roads

So many trains to ride

I’m gonna find my baby

Before I’ll be satisfied

I was standing at my window

When I heard that whistle blow

Standing at my window

When I heard that whistle blow

Well it sung like a straight line

But it was below

It was a mean old fireman

And a cruel old engineer

It was a mean old fireman

And a cruel old engineer

That took my baby

And left me standing here