It was my favorite day
Before the movie show
Until the fight broke out
In front of floral scenes
Faces got all bent up
“Beat him real good” she called
I saw a distant girl
Point at a hummingbird

I felt the burning sun
How does it last so long?
Out in the Pisgah trees
There’s a discarded song
Left for my open ears
Left by the Passer-by
Who had imagined I
Would come looking for life

Bumped a passer-by
Who smiled as if he knew me
He didn’t have a face I recognized
But I keep on thinking about your smilе

Thanked a passer-by
For pointing out a thing
I probably would have missеd without her eyes
Now I miss the passer-by
Bumped a passer-by
Who smiled as if he knew me
He didn’t have a face I recognized
But I keep on thinking about your smile

Thanked a passer-by
For pointing out a thing
I probably would have missed without her eyes
Now I miss the passer-by

Passer-by stepping on
Always stepping, always passing
Passer-by stepping on
Always stepping, always passing
Passer-by stepping on
Always stepping, always passing
Passer-by stepping on

Always stepping, always passing
Thank you passer-by