I Thought About You
Seems that I've read, or somebody said,that out of sight is out of mind.Maybe it's so, but I try to go and leave you behind.What did I find?
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, same old dream.
At every stop that we made,oh, I thought about you.But when I pulled down the shadethen I really felt blue.I peeked through the crackand looked at the track,the one going back to you.And what did I do?I thought about you.