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