BOB'S MUSIC PLAYER

TRACES

by: Dennis Yost and the Classic IV

Faded photographs, covered now with lines and creases.
Ticket torn in half, memories in bits and pieces.
Traces of love, long ago that didn't turn out right,
traces of love.

Ribbons from her hair, souveniers of lace together.
The ring she used to wear, pages from an old love letter.
Traces of love, long ago that didn't turn out right,
traces of love, with me tonight

I close my eyes, and say a prayer
that she'll come back and find
a trace of love still there
somewhere, ohh!

Traces of hope in the night
that she'll come back and dry
these traces of tears, from my eyes

Woaoa!----

Traces of hope in the night
that she'll come back and dry
These traces of tears, form my eyes