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'm satisfiedI was staring out my window, when I heard that whistle blowI was staring out my window, when I heard that whistle blowI thought it was a street light, by the way it glowedIt was a mean old fireman, and a cruel engineerIt was a mean old fireman, and a cruel engineerYes it took my baby, oh and left me standing hereSo many roads, so many trains to rideSo many roads, so many trains to rideI've got to find my baby, before I'm satisfied