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.