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
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 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