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 that same black fucking truck It could be him or am I tripping And I'm crashing into everything And thinking about skipping town a while 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 Don't tell me if you get 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 till you trade the damn thing in By then they will have put me in the looney 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 off this trail of tears