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 strop 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 leading back to you
And what did I do I thought about you