I took a trip on a train and I thought about you. We passed a shadowy lane and I thought about you.
Two or three cars parked under the stars, a winding stream, the moon shining down on some little town and with each beam, the same old dream.
At every stop that we made, oh, I thought about you. And when I pulled down the shade I really felt blue. I peeked through that crack and looked at the 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. We passed a shadowy lane and I thought about you.
Two or three cars parked under the stars, a winding stream, the moon shining down on some little town and with each beam, the same old dream.
At every stop that we made, oh, I thought about you. And when I pulled down the shade I really felt blue. I peeked through that crack and looked at the track the one goin' back to you. And what did I do? I thought about you.
