So Many Roads

So many roads So many trains to ride So many roads So many trains to ride I've got to find my baby before I'll be satisfied I was standing by my window When I heard that whistle blow I was standing by my window When I heard that whistle blow You know I thought it was a streamline But it was a b and o It was a mean old fireman And a cruel old engineer It was a mean old fireman And a cruel old engineer That took away my baby And left me standing here