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