Deep in-between these ears of mine you'll find a property that's been sold
Vacancies filled up by anxieties that I can't control
Passed down to me through family just like this Cherokee
That gets me where I need to go but breaks down occasionally
If you think my car is a mess
Well than you should see my head
I took that Jeep over two hundred thousand miles
Heading North on i95 crossing over the state lines
And I can't tell you about that engine but it's been in better shape
Unlike what I drink to numb this pain some things don't better with age
If you think my car is a mess
Well than you should see my head
If you think my car (If you think my car is a mess)
Is a wreck (Wait til' you see my head)
Well than you (With a question suppressed)
Should see my head (Would I be better off dead?)