Billie Holiday 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 arked under the stars
a winding stream
moon shining down on some little town
and with each beam, the same old dream
And every stop that we made, oh, i thought about you
when i pulled down the shade then i really felt blue
i peeked through the crack, looked at the track
the one going back to you
and what did i do? i thought about you