Introdução: 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. 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 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 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