Seems that I read, or somebody said That out of sight is out of mind Maybe that's so but I tried to go And leave you behind, what did I find... I took a trip on the 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, 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
Seems that I read, or somebody said That out of sight is out of mind Maybe that's so but I tried to go And leave you behind, what did I find... I took a trip on the 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, 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
