Faces in a Passing Car

I carry my friends around with me
Not that my shoulders are so wide
More in the things they say and see
I am the sun of everyone
I am a concertina doll
Like the books and records on the wall
Some are dark and some are light
Some are here and some are gone
Faces in a passing car
Faces in a passing car
You said I was talking in my sleep
Right on through the night
They’re all there in my dreams
Like a midnight choir
I can hear them in my ear
Like a radio
Some are loud and clear
Some are awful quiet
Some are here and some are gone
Faces in a passing car
Faces in a passing car
Faces in a passing car
I carry my friends
I carry my friends around with me
I carry my friends
I carry my friends around with me