� � 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 � � 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 � � But when I pulled down the shade, then I really felt blue � � I peeked through the crack and looked at the track, the one going back to you � � And what did I do? I thought about you � � � � � At every stop that we made, oh I thought about you � � But when I pulled down the shade, then I really felt blue � � I peeked through the crack and looked at the track, the one going back to you � � And what did I do? And what did I do? What did I do? I thought about you � �