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 parked under the stars, a winding stream 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 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 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? And what did I do? What did I do? I thought about you