Now I'm halfway down the interstate past Highway 99
 It's just me and one good wiper blade up against the rain
 And I still hear the echoes of those bitter words we said
 I could drive a million miles and never drive them from my head

 Those words we said
 No matter how I try I can't get far enough away
 Every sad song on my radio sounds like it's custom made
 By some devil on my shoulder that keeps whispering in my ear
 Those words that wounded like an arrow to the heart
 And keep me drivin', drivin