On the night train to Monte-Carlo through the misty countryside I could see the new moon rising and you know she don't roll she glides So smooth in my berth these Italian trains sure are a marvellous ride Watching the little stone houses popping like a dream, in and out of the night I was thinking if you could be here, we could talk till three or four Get that feeling good together like so many times before Well I missed you through November, but I'll be seeing you soon With the warning moon if the clouds don't hide it We'll get some beer and talk about the girls we knew If you've fed up with lonely stories about lost and wayward travelling bands I'd be hard up to tell you of the glories though the road calls again And again and it might just eventually win It seems the further you get away the further away you get And the further away you get the further you get away Well I missed you through November…