To Watch the Trains

I came through the clothes-lined maze of childhood
Up from the city as if in the rain
If you wonder what I'm doing in the wild wood
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
Well, it's down through the town to watch the trains

And the whistles blow
As a lighted row of windows
Race around a room then they go
Is it any wonder that a man like me
Puts 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 address will be the other side of sorrow
'Til then I'll look through the window watching trains

And the whistles blow
As a lighted row of windows
Race around a room then they go
Is it any wonder that a man like me
Puts 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 address will be the other side of sorrow
'Til 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