it\'s 5:00 p.m. on a weekday, friend
there\'s one of me and two million of them
the whistle blows and the factories close
there\'s a million more commuters on the access roads
the brake lights flash--there\'s an rv crashed
i\'m in the passing lane going nowhere fast
the traffic crawls and the engine stalls
i\'m stuck on the edge of the urban sprawl
gridlock
up ahead
there\'s a line of cars as far as i can see
gridlock
goin\' nowhere
roll down the window, let me scream
oh yeah, ain\'t it a shame
we\'re all jammed up at the interchange
the paramedics and the chp
wait impatiently for catastrophes
i\'m spending half my days like this
i might as well be working on the midnight shift
the radio\'s tuned to the traffic news
and everybody\'s choking on monoxide fumes
gridlock
up ahead
there\'s a line of cars as far as i can see
gridlock
goin\' nowhere
roll down the window, let me scream
i can close my eyes and dream
i can close my eyes and dream
i can close my eyes and dream
it\'s 5:00pm on a weekday, friend
i\'m going home but i don\'t know when
i hate this traffic and i hate this town
gotta honk my horn, try to get around
i feel like going on a killing spree
tomorrow i\'m going on the rtd
the traffic crawls and the engine stalls
i\'m stuck on the edge of the urban sprawl
gridlock
up ahead
there\'s a line of cars as far as i can see
gridlock
goin\' nowhere
roll down the window, let me scream
i can close my eyes and dream
