Passenger

Well, that ice cream cone was a sweet goodbye

Even though I know I would later cry

When I got back home all alone in the pouring rain

I was your ride home but I'm a passenger on your train

Well, it was up to you, it was a hot night in June

It wasn't wrong, just like a song, you knew exactly what to do

You sang along so sweet

Your very old soul had me feeling very new indeed

Where will I see you again, and was it all just a dream

All these signs point to you, Angel Guardian Queen

I'm not just passing through