Traces - The Classics IV/Dennis Yost
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
Tickets torn in half memories in bits and days togeter
Traces of love long ago that didn't work out right love later
Traces of love long ago that didn't work out right
Traces of love with me
I close my eyes and say a prayer
That in his heart he'll find a trace of love still there
Somewhere
Traces of hope in the night that he'll come back and dry
These traces of tears from my eyes
