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 fucking 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