I've been driving around town

With my head spinning around

Everywhere I look I see

Your '96 Jeep Cherokee

You're a bully and a clown

You made me cry and put me down

After all that I've been through

You'd think I'd hate the sight of you

But with every jeep I see

My broken heart still skips a beat

I guess it's just my stupid luck

That all of Boston drives

The same black fucking truck

It could be him

Or am I tripping

And I'm crashing into everything

And thinking about

Skipping town awhile

Until these cars go out of style

I try to see it in reverse

It makes the situation hundreds of times worse

When I wonder if it makes you want to cry

Every time you see a light blue Volvo driving by

So don't tell me if you're off to see the world

I know you won't get very far

But don't tell me if you get another girl, baby

Just tell me if you get another car

The number of them is insane

Every exit's an ex-boyfriend memory lane

Every major street's a minor heart attack

I see a red jeep and I want to paint it black

It could be him

Or am I tripping

And I'm crashing

Into everything

I can't wait 'til you trade the damn thing in

By then they will have put me in the loony bin

It could be him

My heart is pounding

It's just no use

I'm surrounded

But one day I'll steal your car and switch the gears

And drive that Cherokee right off the trail of tears