I Thought About You

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 wind-ing 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;

But I pulled down the shade

Then I really felt blue.

I peeked through the crack, looked at the track,

The one going back to you,

And what did I do?        I thought about you.

And every stop that we made,

Oh, I thought about you;

But I pulled down the shade

Then I really felt blue.

I peeked through the crack, looked at the track,

The one going back to you,

And what did I do?        I thought about you.