Flamenco Sketches

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

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

And when I pulled down the shade

Then I really felt blue

I peeped through the crack

Looked at the track

Oh I'm going back to you

And what did I do

I thought about you

There were two or three cars parked under the stars

Winding stream

Moon shining down on some little town

And with each beam

The same old dream

And then I peeped through the crack

And I looked at the track

Oh I'm going back to you

And what did I do

I thought about you