Owen James - Empty Passenger Seat

Don't listen this ride.
You would've loved this sunrise burning orange through the hills.
You always rolled the window down,
No matter how cold it got.
Still hear you singing off-key to every song on the radio.
Every bump would make you laugh,
Like every mile was worth the drive.
Funny what hangs around long after the years move on.
There's an empty passenger seat, but it never feels empty.