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 got 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 Thought about you, thought about you
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 got 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 Thought about you, thought about you