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