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"Cruising has always been a form of therapy for me ... well, back when gas prices were cheaper. 

When you're driving out and about, you're in your own little bubble. Just floating around. It gives you time to think about things while glancing around at the everchanging scenery.

While you're engaged in your own thoughts, you're passing by other people in those homes, stores, and cars along the roadside. All of those individuals are living vivid lives of their own; dealing with their own fair share of highs and lows. 

“Passing Cars” reflects that epiphany. Although you may be cruising around in isolation - carrying with you baggage and hurts in the present darkness - eventually, you will pass another car. Another person, transporting dense heartaches of their own too.” -MDF

Lyrics:
My eyes glance around in populated places,
then I’ll tend to think of you in open lonesome spaces.
I go down familiar routes, for peace amongst the current placement.
Turns will lead back home, or in town, near the gas station.

I reach out to the wind, although it’s hopeless.
Funny how nature, and the tune, will seem to play it’s own lil part in this.
Are sentiments, turmoil, or mere thoughts reciprocated?
Road’s duration, my reply, in full-rotated motion.

Seems as though we’re not on the same track of mind.
Unless our own stubborn ways are enough, for our sake or our strife.
Commonalities, won’t be enough to bring it all to light.
Passing cars, in the dark of night.

Seldom do I call out, let alone get check-ins.
In part busy times, the other, ‘cause of being guarded.
I’ll sweeten conversation, you’ll keep it lighthearted.
Leave ‘em to wander off, they’ll be unbothered, like I never left. 

Seems as though we’re not on the same track of mind.
Unless our own stubborn ways are enough, for our sake or our strife.
Commonalities, won’t be enough to bring it all to light.
Passing cars, in the dark of night.

Ooo, ohh. Passing cars, in the dark of night.
Ooo, ooo …

Seems as though we’re not on the same track of mind.
Unless our own stubborn ways are enough, for our sake or our strife.
Commonalities, won’t be enough to bring it all to light.
Passing cars, in the dark of night.

Feelings are hard to describe,
and we’re just trying to get by ... with what’s left of time.
So, we’ll be those passing cars in the dark of night.
Mhmmm.

©2021 “Passing Cars” Lyrics & Music by Marisa Fullenkamp, Marisa Fullenkamp LLC