I was doing laps on the freeway on a Sunday There was no one else on the road Nothing else to do, nowhere else to go And somewhere in the sky There's an open eye raining down onto me I don't really mind, but I can barely see Still I think about that summer You were in the driver's seat You were sitting next to me You put a ding in my bumper I popped it out by myself Now you're wrecking someone else I could drive all day Ride this interstate of mind I could drive all day Try to spin away the time I was parked down on the floodway on a Tuesday When you called me up on the phone (hello?) I let it ring twice, just to let you know And somewhere in your voice I could hear a boy falling out of the clouds My, oh, my, what a long way down Do you think about that summer? We were only seventeen Looking out for empty streets How the hell you get my number? It's probably better for your health If you dial someone else I could drive all day Ride this interstate of mind I could drive all day Try to spin away the time Just a state of mind