Alone in an Uber

Are we about to break up? Is this our last goodbye? I'm wondering if I should order breakfast, tea or wine And if I'll be in an Uber home tonight It's been nice getting to know you You've been a pleasant surprise I never thought I'd ever like an American guy But all the same, I'm in an Uber home tonight And there is traffic on the freeway, and the driver he's depressed He's oversharing how his wife had an affair Then up and left in this traffic on the freeway I am wondering why we met, and why I'm the loser Alone in an Uber again Again I'll start drinking a warm Peroni in a park And it's Sunday, and you're murdering a song on my guitar And I'm wondering what kind of man you are A little over-hasty, a little bit too quick From where I'm standing, looks as if you're following your Yes, here we are again, and what's the point of it? And there is traffic on the freeway And the driver makes a comment on my dress and I ignore it 'Cause my head is in a mess in this traffic on the freeway Wondering why we met, and why I'm the loser Alone in an Uber again (In an Uber again) (In an Uber again)