Classics IV - Traces
Shortly after my future wife and I started dating, I moved halfway across the state for a job. I didn't know anyone in town outside of work, and she was unable to visit with any regularity. As she was leaving my apartment after one particular weekend visit, this song came on the radio. I suppose I associate the bittersweet nature of the lyrics with our all-too-brief encounters and the longing to see her again. While it's never produced any tears, that song still gets to me in its own way.
Gordon Lightfoot - Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Real life set to music. That's why this one still gives me the chills. "All that remains are the faces and the names of the wives and the sons and the daughters." Enough said.