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 windin' 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 peaked through the crack and looked at the track, The one goin' back to you, and what did I do? I thought about you. There were two or three cars parked under the stars, a windin' stream. Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream. And then I peaked through the crack and I looked at that track, The one goin' back to you, and what did I do? I thought about you.
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 windin' 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 peaked through the crack and looked at the track, The one goin' back to you, and what did I do? I thought about you. There were two or three cars parked under the stars, a windin' stream. Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam, the same old dream. And then I peaked through the crack and I looked at that track, The one goin' back to you, and what did I do? I thought about you.
