These Foolish Things - Bob Dylan

A cigarette that bears a lipstick’s 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 fairground’s painted swings

These foolish things remind me of you

You came, you saw, 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 line rings but who’s to answer?

Oh, how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things remind me of you

The winds of March that make my heart a dancer

A telephone that rings but who’s to answer?

Oh, how the ghost of you clings

These foolish things remind me of you