Passing Stranger

Yeah, you used to ride in the back seat

With the windows wide counting the leaves

The radio played blues all day

Used to know a girl

Who lived just down the street

At seventeen, you heard she had a child

And in a few years, she would overdose and die

When you go back you can't unsee

And remembering is like pulling up weeds

But you're laid in the grass trying to think

Then you say to yourself

You know you got to believe

You're right

You're right

You're right

You were right

You're right

You're right

You're right

You were right

In your small hand, you held the figurine

Felt the broken glass and counted every piece

You cried until your knees were weak

You would never tell and no one could ever see

Just like when you were a child

Leaving the house with the windows wide