When I was young I heard it calling A lonesome wail sometimes at midnight I made me dream of going somewhere The clickity-clack until the morning light I took your hand and you said it was okay We dream the same dreams some of the time And there was thunder all around us We heard the trains go crashing by I had a dream that the train would take me Across the Prairie to the rodeo I dreamed a lovely senorita was waiting South of the border down in Mexico When I grew up I became a musician We rode the rails from Saint John to Halifax Flat top guitars and a feeling of freedom We wrote the songs to the clickity-clack