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