written by Warren Zevon 1989 Zevon Music Inc./BMI  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