Look Both Ways

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

Words and Music by Karac Hendriks
Copyright Karac David Hendriks-West

Karac Hendriks - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar; Brad Tebble - Drums; Curtis Ebner - Bass; Chris Tabbert - Electric Guitar; Ed Smith - Keyboards; Mike Wells - Mastering; Scott Greene - Engineering, Mixing, Producer

Recording Studio/Location: Powersound/Edmonton