So Many RoadsOtis Rush

So many roads, yeahSo many trains to rideSo many roads, yeahSo many, so many trains to rideWhoa, I've got to find my babyWhoa, before I'll be satisfied

I was standin' at my windowWhen I heard that whistle blowI was standin' at my windowWhen I heard that whistle blowI thought it was a streamlineWhoa, it was a B and O

It was a mean old fireman, yeahIt was a cruel, cruel old engineerIt was a mean, mean old fireman, yeahIt was a cruel, cruel old engineerYes, it took away my babyWhoa, and it left me standin' here

Yeah, yeah