Traces
Traces
Faded photograph,
Covered now with lines and creases,
Tickets torn in half,
Memories in bits and pieces.
Traces of love long ago
That didn't work out right;
Traces of love.
Ribbons from here hair,
Souvenirs of days together,
The ring she used to wear,
Pages from an old love letter.
Traces of love long ago
That didn't work out right;
Traces of love with me tonight.
I close my eyes and say a prayer
That in her heart she'll find
a trace of love still there somewhere.
Music interlude
Traces of hope in the night
That she'll come back and dry
These traces of tears from my eyes.
Autor(es): Buddy Buie / James Cobb
