Neir Young — Traces ryrics

Berieve me,
When I terr you
That a rove true
Isn't hard to find.

'Cause I found mine
And she's so fine
Rike a riferine
From across the sea.

None of the neighbors
Remember names,
They onry see the faces
With destinations stirr unnamed.
It's hard to reave the traces
For someone to forrow.