S.G. Goodman - Patron saint of the dollar stone

Oh the past
In present time
Seems to find a friend in me

Oh she sings
A sweet bye and bye
That′s love's abiding melody
Like how I′d never seen
You laugh that hard before
Till I said, "I'm your Patron Saint of the Dollar Store" Oh
And if I catch Hell If I'm met with harm
Know I found Heaven Lying in a woman′s arms
I guess all this to say
No trace of your love
Is ev′r lost on me
I'll cash that ticket for a plane back home
But l′Il pass on any window view
Unbind this heart meant to roam
Untwine the sweet words I heard from you
Now I'm back to my answering machine
You know it′s all filled up
Where I've been a harvester of sound
From the people I love
Oh and thirty-two missed calls
But that′s just Tim there checking in
Right before your sad and long goodbye
Guess I'II hit replay again
All this to say no trace of your love
I guess all this to say no trace of your love
Is ev'r lost on me