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