Long ago there were some tracks,
That ran behind my house.
But then they tore it down and now,
It's just a walking trail.
If you listen close at night,
You'll hear the whistle yell.

You'll think you're hearing things,
You'll think you've gone insane.
But then you'll hear the story of,
And know you're quite alright.
The walking trail is safe,
Unless you go at night.

There used to be a train track,
Which ran behind my house.
I lay in bed at night,
And hear the whistle yell.
You'll think you're crazy though,
Cause there are no train tracks near.