Seems that I read, or somebody said
That out of sight is out of mind,
Maybe that' so but I tried to go
And leave you behind, what did I find?
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 ev'ry 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!