So Many Roads

So Many Roads - Joe Bonamassa

So many roads so many trains to ride

So many roads so many trains to ride

Yes I've got to find my baby

Before I'm satisfied

I was staring out my window

When I heard that whistle blow

I was staring out my window

When I heard that whistle blow

Yes I thought it was a street light

Oh it when so glowed

It was a mean old fireman

And a cruel engineer

It was a mean old fireman

And a cruel engineer

Yes I've got to find my baby

Oh and you left me standing here

Yeah