I hear the train a comin'.  It's comin' round the bend. And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.  It's the orange blossom special. 
Well, that's all I know of that song.  Trains always remind me of road trips when I was young.  Sitting in the back of the station wagon looking out the windows for anything.  Those were the days before hand held video games and DVD players.  I had a little transistor radio.  It was blue and it had FM.  oooooh.  So, I would be there listening to the radio and counting train cars, waving at the engineer so he would blow the whistle.  But, the caboose was the best, I don't know why.  I wonder what my kids will remember when they look back at their life.  Will they even remember trains?