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 17, you heard she had a child And in a few years, she would overdose and die Honey, 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 And 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