I took a trip on the train and I thought about you
I passed the shadowy lane
and I thought about you
Two or three cars parked under the stars a winding stream
Moon shining down and some little town and with each beam, same old dream
At every stop that we made
Oh, I thought about you
But 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.
I passed the shadowy lane
and I thought about you
Two or three cars parked under the stars a winding stream
Moon shining down and some little town and with each beam, same old dream
At every stop that we made
Oh, I thought about you
But 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.