Without A Trace
Without a trace
Without a sound
You left me here
To be found
Maybe you flew
Maybe you ran
I'll never know
Can't say I can
Two kinds of people
You can leave
Without a word
Like a thief
Those who you never
Cared about
And those you know
Will never pout
I recall fishing
with you here
I recall sitting
at the pier
We'd sit and talk
hours on end
We'd sit and laugh
Without amend
Two kinds of people
You can leave
Without a word
Like a thief
Those who you never
Cared about
And those you know
Will never pout
Your tongue was sharp
I think it killed
Your caught your fish
as you willed
When you withdrew
I looked for you
One last time
I wish I knew
Two kinds of people
You can leave
Without a word
Like a thief
Those who you never
Cared about
And those you know
Will never pout
May your bait
be always fresh
may your fate
give you some rest
I don't know if
We'll meet again
But if we do
I'll see you then