Thought.

I took a trip on the 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, 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

Johnny Mercer

Thank you, Everything We Come Across