Faded photographs, covered now with lines and creases
Tickets torn in half, memories and 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 rings 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
Traces of hope, in the night
That she'll come back and dry
These traces of tears, from my eyes