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. And every stop that we made I thought about you. And when I pulled down the shade then I really felt blue. I peaked through the crack and looked at the track, The one going back to you and what did I do? I thought about you. There were two or three cars parked under the stars... a windin' stream. Moon shining down on some little town And with each beam the same old dream. And then I peaked through the crack and I looked at that track, The one going back to you, and what did I do... I thought about you.