Traces (Of Love)

Faded photograph
Covered new with lines and creases
Tickets torn in half
Memories in bits and pieces

Traces of love on the go
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 on the go
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 drive
These traces of tears from my eyes.