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      Things we used to share, souvenirs of days together   The ring he 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 his heart he'll find a trace of love still there somewhere, oh woah      Traces of hope in the night that he'll come back and dry   These traces of tears from my eyes, woah, woah, woah      Traces of hope in the night that he'll come back and dry   These traces of tears from my eyes