Frank Sinatra 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
winding stream
Moon shining down on some little town
And with each beam, same old dream

And every stop that we made, oh, I thought about you
and when I pulled down that shade then I really felt blue
I peeped through that crack, looked at the track
oh I'm coming home to you
And what did I do? I thought about you