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 arked 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 When I pulled down the shade then I really felt blue I peeked through the crack, looked at the track The one going 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 arked 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 When I pulled down the shade then I really felt blue I peeked through the crack, looked at the track The one going back to you And what did I do? I thought about you
