I Thought About You

	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.