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,
The 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
Then shade I really felt blue.

I peeked through the crack
And looked at the track
the one goin' back to you.
And what did I do?
I thought about you.

There were 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.

And then I peeked through the crack
And looked at the track
the one goin' back to you.
And what did I do?
I thought about you.

