As I try to tell this story my skin's no longer tight
As if it wants to leave and get away from me
But I've lived through this night of fright
And found real signs of other life
In disbelief I'll tell you what I've seen

It started out as simply normal driving in my car
Taking in the world and marveling the stars above
When a woman out of nowhere appeared to be in need
So I stopped to reach a helpful friendly hand
But something wasn't right

She wouldn't speak at all but I felt this urge to help her
As I told the girl to please get in my car
She looked on the verge of death pure white and freezing cold
So I placed my coat around her fragile arms

In a couple minutes time her face showed signs of life
She finally spoke and asked to take her home

She gave to me an address I assured her to relax
For in minute's time she'd be there safe and warm
As I came across her cottage my hitchhiker was home
She thanked me so and walked up through the door

As I turned to pull away I remembered of my jacket
She wore it as she struggled to stay warm
I left my car and rang the bell thinking she'd be waiting
Instead I got the mother of my girl

She said that she'd been waiting and not to say a word
And down a narrow hall she took my hand and led the way
We stopped in a tiny room that looked as if un-lived
All around sat pictures of my stranger's face

But the borders they were black, the signature of death
She informed me that my passenger was dead
I didn't believe a word, she was sitting right beside me
Only minutes back riding in my car

She took my hand and led me back outside and through a gate
To a private cemetery in the yard
On a grave there sat a picture of my unexpected guest
From the grave I learned she died some time ago

She said, in stranger's cars her daughter finds a ride
For an accident had brought her to the ground
And every night she comes home to please her lonely mother
It's an instinct from the time she spent on earth

But she is gone, she assured me death had come
And this ghostly image was living on in my mind
I told her to cherish her spirit
She just sat and cried at the grave

I told her to cherish her spirit
She just sat and cried at the grave

In the cold she was in mourning at the passing of her child
So I felt the need to leave and let her be
But I stopped to quickly question, who was my freezing stranger?
She was the perfect image of the girl

As I turned to leave the madness I caught a flash of something
It was sticking out from underneath the grave

In a shocking revelation I became at one with death
As instantly I learned the woman spoke the truth
For in the grave before me my jacket in the ground
The one I gave my stranger on this night, this very night

She was my stranger, yet she was dead
Familiar stranger, familiar stranger