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 'cause there's no trace left of us There was no trace left of us