5663
Penny a point, ain’t no one keepin’ score
5664 = 25 x 3 x 59
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
5665
Feel the wheels rumblin’ 'neath the floor
5666 = 2 x 2833
And the sons of pullman porters
5667 = 3 × 1889
And the sons of engineers
5668
Ride their fathers’ magic carpets made of steel
5669, a prime, or 5.669 × 103
And mothers with their babes asleep
5570
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
[@Pardel-Lux , a happy occurrence. I was watching a travel documentary on YouTube, by a guy travelling from Chicago to Emeryville, California, aboard the California Zephyr train. He showed an arrivals board in Chicago’s Union Station:
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/51778672289_80ab76c72e_o.jpg
I captured it off YouTube, so never mind the stuff at the bottom. What matters is, as you’ll note, each passenger train has both a number and a name. We do the same in Canada. And people use the route names:
“How are you getting to Halifax?”
“By train. The Lakeshore from Toronto to Montreal, then the Ocean to Halifax.”
Anyway, thought you might be interested in how seriously train names are taken in North America, and just what “passing trains that have no name” means in the context of the song.]
5571 = 32 x 619
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
[Thanks for the information, @Spoons , the more I read in here the more I am convincing myself that the difference between America and Europe is enormous, but we are blinded by the similarities. Lufthansa names their passanger planes after German cities, names the “planes carry all over the world” (how I hate this hollow pseudo-poetic talk!). In 2013 Lufthansa decided to name the cargo planes too and opened a public bidding process to select the names. No idea how that ended, the only thing I know is that Lufthansa is not going to name a plane Landshut again any time soon]
ETA: Iberia also has a naming policy for its planes. The iberian lynx (Pardelluchs in German) was given to an Airbus A-320, A-319 or A-321. Aha.
5572 = 22 × 7 × 199
Good morning America, how are you
5573, prime.
Said don’t you know me, I’m your native son
5574
I’m the train they call the City of New Orleans
5575 = 52 × 223
I’ll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
5576 = 23 x 17 x 41
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
5577 = 3 × 11 × 132
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Wait a minute, we got off track here. (No pun intended.)
We’re at 5678, right?
Whoops, you’re correct. So, since you gave us 5678, I’ll go with …
5679
Half way home, we’ll be there by morning
5680 = 24 x 5 x 71 (Ooops! Eight posts wrong, that way we will not make the Universe fade away! 
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Through the Mississippi darkness, rolling down to the sea
5681 = 13 × 19 × 23
But all the towns and people seem to fade into a bad dream
5682 = 2 x 3 x 947
And the steel rail still ain’t heard the news