Seems that I read, or somebody said,
that out of sight is out of mind.
Maybe that'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 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 leave it to you,
Oh, what did I do?
I thought about you.