Look Both Ways

That old main line cut through town
 And cross-country everywhere bound
 Grabbing grain and hauling it out
 Years and years the same old route
 Since they brought the elevator to the ground
 There are no more trains coming 'round
 But I still look both ways every time
 Those tracks still here in my mind
 A creature of habit, but I was raised
 To look both ways
 Now they're pulling spikes and ties and rails
 Making way for a walking trail
 This town's lifeline was that artery
 Now all that's left is scenery
 And a place to park the grater and the snowplough
 Man, you can't even catch a Greyhound here now
 But I still look both ways every time
 Those tracks still here in my mind
 A creature of habit, but I was raised
 To look both ways
 That lonesome whistle used to cut the silence every night
 Passing through then out of sight
 So won't you blow, whistle, blow
 But I still look both ways every time
 Those tracks still here in my mind
 A creature of habit, but I was raised
 To look both ways
 A creature of habit, but I was raised
 To look both ways