You make me think of you again, you againI don't think of you at all, except the 55 times a day I check if you callAnd when I'm climbing up the walls, all the things they've seen, what would they say if they could talk?And I still have your records, like the soundtrack to my own damn tragedyI don't think of you at all, but when I think of you, do you think of me?And I don't think of you at all, but when I think of you, do you think of me?I was driving on the northbound road, the sun came on the radioCalled me with my guard down low, and I can't denyIt made me think of you again, you againI don't picture you no more, but when I close my eyes, you're still etched in my thoughtsYou still drive me up the wall, stupid things you say, ohI wish we could still talk, and I still have your sweaterThough it's torn and frayed, there's no need to throw it awayNo, I don't think of you at all, except every second of every dayI willI was driving on the northbound road, the sun came on the radioCalled me with my guard down low, and I can't denyIt made me think of you again, you againIt made me think of you again, you againIt made me think of you again, you againIt made me think of you againYou againI was driving on the northbound road, the sun came on the radioCalled me with my guard down low, and I can't denyIt made me think of you again, you againYou were there, you made me think you were thereYou were there, you made me think you were thereYou were there, you made me think you were thereYou made me think you were there, you were thereYou made me think you were there, you were thereYou made me think you were there, you were thereYou made me think you were thereYou were there, you made me think you...You were there, you were thereYou made me think you were there, you were thereYou made me think you were there, you were there