I took a trip on a train,
And I thought about you
I passed a shadowy lane,
And I thought about you
Two or three cars,
Parked under the stars
A winding stream
Moon shining down on some
Little town,
And with each beam
The same old dream.
And every stop that we made,
Oh, I thought about you
And when I pulled down the shade
Then I really felt blue
I peeked through the crack,
And looked at the track
The one going back to you
And what did I do
I thought about you.
And I thought about you
I passed a shadowy lane,
And I thought about you
Two or three cars,
Parked under the stars
A winding stream
Moon shining down on some
Little town,
And with each beam
The same old dream.
And every stop that we made,
Oh, I thought about you
And when I pulled down the shade
Then I really felt blue
I peeked through the crack,
And looked at the track
The one going back to you
And what did I do
I thought about you.