I can't wait for the highway at five
I'm taking it out on the rush hour drive
And through it all I have kept myself alive
But I'm not going back 'til Monday morning at nine

I should be dead, but I'm feeling all right
The weekday dies, I move toward the light
Well, through it all I have kept myself alive
I can't wait 'til Saturday night

All right, forget where I've been
And pray for a longer weekend

Then there's the man with his collar brushed blue
The old slave driver laughs as he picks off the crew
And through it all I have kept myself alive
Among my thoughts: mean people need Jesus, too

All right, forget where I've been
And pray for a longer weekend
Pray for a longer weekend

I can't wait for the highway at five
I'm taking it out on the rush hour drive
And through it all I have kept myself alive
I can't wait for Monday morning at nine

All right, forget where I've been
And pray for a longer weekend
And pray for a longer weekend
And pray for a longer weekend