These Foolish Things - Rod Stewart

A cigarette that bears a lipsticks traces

An airline ticket to romantic places

And still my heart has wings

These foolish things remind me of you

A tinkling piano in the next apartment

Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant

A fairgrounds painted swing

These foolish things remind me of you

You came, you saw and you conquered me

When you did that to me, I knew somehow this had to be

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer

A telephone that rings, but who's to answer

Or how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things remind me of you

The scent of smoldering leaves

The vail of steamers

Two lovers on their street

Who walk like dreamers

Or how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things remind me of you

How strange, how sweet, to find you still

These things are dear to me, they seem to bring you so near to me

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations,

Silk stockings thrown aside, dance invitations

Or how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things remind me of you