More Info I charged out on that interstate in a great big huff
The fight we had just made me feel I'd had enough
I felt like driving anywhere that left you far behind
And I hated you at exit fifty nine
I passed the cars I passed the trucks I passed 'em all
I saw you sitting home just waiting for my call
But my angry heart would not allow an ounce of sympathy
It was could as ice at exit sixty three
