Look down, look down
That long old railroad track
Said that train is gone
It is never coming back
We have grown too fast to ever ride the train
Now that train is gone and it won't be back again

What is gonna happen to the rhythm
And what is gonna happen to the sound
That lonesome midnight whistle
Ooh, it's gone
They're trained
Down in England, lying down in Mexico
But we fly here in America, never see the ground no more

I'll pick it boy

Some folks fly and some others sail the sea
But riding in a day coach, whoa, Maine is good enough for me
Look down, Maine, look down
Well that long old railroad track
Said that train is gone
And it's never coming back