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 not 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
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 old not dream
At every stop that we made oh I thought about you
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
