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 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 its trail of tears