I've been driving around town With my head spinning around Everywhere I look, I see A '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 f**ing truck It could be him, or am I tripping And I'm crashing into everything, I'm Thinking about skipping town awhile Until these cars go out of style I tried 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 Don't tell me if you've got another girl, baby, just Tell me if you get another car It could be him, or am I tripping It could be him 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 straight up its Trail of Tears