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.