Passing Stranger

Journey Through Nostalgia: Empath's 'Passing Stranger' Unveiled
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Lyrics

Yeah, you used to ride in the back seat

Recalling a past time when the listener used to sit in the back seat of a vehicle.

With the windows wide counting the leaves

During this period, they would watch outside, possibly during autumn, counting falling leaves.

The radio played blues all day

The radio consistently played blues music throughout the day.

Used to know a girl

Reference to a girl the listener used to know who lived nearby.

Who lived just down the street

Further emphasizing the connection with the girl who resided in close proximity.


At seventeen, you heard she had a child

At the age of seventeen, news emerged that the girl had a child.

And in a few years, she would overdose and die

Tragic news that in a few years, she succumbed to an overdose leading to her death.


When you go back you can't unsee

The act of remembering is likened to pulling up unwanted memories or experiences.

And remembering is like pulling up weeds

The listener is lying in the grass, possibly contemplating or reflecting.

But you're laid in the grass trying to think

Inner dialogue encouraging oneself to maintain belief in their own convictions or perspective.

Then you say to yourself

Reiterating the importance of believing in one's correctness or perspective.

You know you got to believe you're right

(Repetition emphasizing self-assurance and conviction)


You're right, you're right

(Reiteration of being right)

You were right

Reiterating that the individual was indeed right.

You're right, you're right, you're right

(Reiteration of being right)

You were right

Confirming the correctness or validity of the individual's perspective.


In your small hand, you held the figurine

Describing the listener holding a figurine, feeling its brokenness, and counting the pieces.

Felt the broken glass and counted every piece

The emotional impact is depicted through crying until physical weakness is felt.

You cried until your knees were weak

The individual kept this emotional turmoil hidden from others.

You would never tell and no one could ever see

Similar to a childhood experience, keeping pain or emotions concealed from external observation.

Just like when you were a child

(Reflecting on past experiences of leaving the house)

Leaving the house with the windows wide

Departing from the house, reminiscent of an earlier time with open windows.

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