St. Charlene

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

Now there's no trace left of us