The Whistle of the of the Amtrak Train

From our office at the top of the street
When the hustle is through for the day
We hear the whistle of the Amtrak train
Although it’s a whole city away

When the sun shines bright – at the top of the street
The train sounds inviting and grand
In the winter – in the snow, sleet, cold and the wind
There’s a few people would give it a hand

A train sounds lonely in winter
It sounds lonely in the middle of the night
But a train in the summer enlarges my mind
And fills the space with sunlight