(Dan Messe)



Traded my last favor

For a map of St. Charlene

All these ghosts and angels

Friends and strangers

Ask me where I've been



The engine seemed to tremble

When I drove through our old town

And I found the house

Where we used to live

When I tried my key

I don't know what I thought I'd find

I tried to remember

What I thought I thought I left behind



The rooms were all deserted

Though the landlord kept them well

They were swept and shuttered

Paint that covered our familiar smells

I looked around our kitchen

And I climbed the narrow stairs

And I called your name

Just so I could hear it

And I swear these rooms

Were where we once used to make love

Now they're just a space



And there's no trace left of us



I spent another five days

On the banks of St. Charlene

After my car was fixed

I made some extra cash for gasoline.

I left without remembering

The reason I had come

But I knew then that I needed to leave

If I'm sad at least I know

That nothing's what it was

And I'm out of place



Cuz there's no trace left of us

There was no trace left of us