Passer By

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 smile

Thanked a passer-by
For pointing out a thing
I probably would have missed 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