A winding stream
Moon shining down on some little town
But when I pulled down the shade, then I really felt blue
I passed a shadowy lane and I thought about you
The one going back to you, and what did I do?
And leave you behind, what did I find?
And with each beam, same old dream
Maybe that so but I tried to go
At every stop that we made, oh, I thought about you
Two or three cars parked under the stars
I'll leave it to you, oh what did I do?
I peeked through the crack and looked at the track
I took a trip on the train and I thought about you