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   Wuntil 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