Faded photographs, 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 her 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, oh.

Traces of hope, in the night,

that she'll come back and dry

These, traces of tears, from my eyes.

Oh oh oh oh