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.