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.