Testo di 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