كلمات 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 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