Passing Tracy

Hold on tight
Here comes another bombshell in a Buick
I feel her hands behind the wheel
Coming my direction

She changes lanes
Breezes by
And eyes her rearview mirror
She checks to find, who else?
Her ex, cursing her reflection

Who, who, who, who
Who was that girl
I think her name was Tracy
She used to be my girlfriend

Oh, oh, oh, oh
There goes Tracy
I'm over her, I'm done with her
Better done by far

But Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car

Here comes a Jeep
Here comes a bus
A line of guided missiles
She must like feeding me her dust
And I must like to eat it

Clear my mind
Enjoy the ride
Forget the day she dumped me
I bet it's just the heat
And the sweat
Make me beat it

Who, who, who, who
Who was that girl
I think her name was Tracy
She used to be my girlfriend

Oh, oh, oh, oh
There goes Tracy
I'm over her, I'm done with her
Isn't it bizarre

That Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car

Tracy in a semi
Eighteen wheels flying by
Tracy in a pickup

Honking horns and chucking gravel
How much longer can I travel
How much farther, how much faster
Playing catch with disaster

There's a fine yellow line
Between being passed by her
And getting past her

Who, who, who, who
Who was that girl
I think her name was Tracy
She used to be my girlfriend

Oh, oh, oh, oh
There goes Tracy
How can you run away
When you don't know where you are

And Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car
Tracy's behind the wheel of every passing car
Tracy in first
I'm coming in last
Will I ever get past
Will I ever get past
Will I ever get past

Passing Tracy