Out on the freeway the cop lights are flashing
Traffic ain't moving and you and me 're passing
Something barely lit but still kinda glowing
Sitting and waiting for things to start flowing again
You say the way I'm smoking's kinda f**gy
I say well maybe you're just a little dikey
I try to show you my new tennis shoes that I paid to much for
But at least they ain't Nike
This time
Oh
It's a Wednesday Night
And I ain't dead yet
Some kid someplace is up to no good
With his Mama's PC he thinks he's Robin Hood
Stealing from the living and givin to the dead
We shoulda stuck to surface streets like you said
Oh
You had the tunes up loud and I think I was hearing
You saying something bout all the magic disappearing
Ever since it got funded by the mega-corporation
Which is some kinda metaphor for the whole nation, I think
Oh
It's a Wednesday Night
And I ain't dead yet
You could sure use a helicopter in this town
We could buzz all the buildings and then cruise downtown
High above the rabble and the traffic jam
Don't these people know who I am
Well to tell you the truth I don't really mind it
When the freeway's clogged and it gets really quiet
And all you hear's the rumble of Toyotas and Fords
And it seems like a good time maybe for the Lord to come
Oh
It's a Wednesday Night
And I ain't dead yet
We've moved a quarter mile in forty-five minutes
I wish this car had a frigerator in it
Maybe it's an accident, maybe it's a bust
Maybe it's Canada or Mexico taking us over
When it's you and me against the world ya gotta be strong
Or at least until something better comes along
I found something jammed in the ashtray, if
You can find us a match, we can make like Jimmy Cliff
I used to feel guilty, and like I had to grovel
Just because I ain't wrote the great American novel
But I did fill out the extended warranty
In the glove department, we're covered 'til Saturday
Oh
It's a Wednesday Night
And I ain't dead yet
Traffic ain't moving and you and me 're passing
Something barely lit but still kinda glowing
Sitting and waiting for things to start flowing again
You say the way I'm smoking's kinda f**gy
I say well maybe you're just a little dikey
I try to show you my new tennis shoes that I paid to much for
But at least they ain't Nike
This time
Oh
It's a Wednesday Night
And I ain't dead yet
Some kid someplace is up to no good
With his Mama's PC he thinks he's Robin Hood
Stealing from the living and givin to the dead
We shoulda stuck to surface streets like you said
Oh
You had the tunes up loud and I think I was hearing
You saying something bout all the magic disappearing
Ever since it got funded by the mega-corporation
Which is some kinda metaphor for the whole nation, I think
Oh
It's a Wednesday Night
And I ain't dead yet
You could sure use a helicopter in this town
We could buzz all the buildings and then cruise downtown
High above the rabble and the traffic jam
Don't these people know who I am
Well to tell you the truth I don't really mind it
When the freeway's clogged and it gets really quiet
And all you hear's the rumble of Toyotas and Fords
And it seems like a good time maybe for the Lord to come
Oh
It's a Wednesday Night
And I ain't dead yet
We've moved a quarter mile in forty-five minutes
I wish this car had a frigerator in it
Maybe it's an accident, maybe it's a bust
Maybe it's Canada or Mexico taking us over
When it's you and me against the world ya gotta be strong
Or at least until something better comes along
I found something jammed in the ashtray, if
You can find us a match, we can make like Jimmy Cliff
I used to feel guilty, and like I had to grovel
Just because I ain't wrote the great American novel
But I did fill out the extended warranty
In the glove department, we're covered 'til Saturday
Oh
It's a Wednesday Night
And I ain't dead yet