Three Day Weekend

Leaving the L.A. haze behind,
the glass skyscrapers, long shopping lines.
Putting on our traveling shoes ('cause we've paid our dues).
We'll climb that grapevine and find a peaceful place.
just for me and you.  Where we can slow our pace.
Three day weekend- get on the move
Freeway traffic- making me blue.
Freeman's holiday- it's just me and you.
Where are we going to? What are we going to do?

Highway five is foggy tonight.
The traffic is slow.  See the city's lights.
From up the valley, passing through God's highway.
Lights of read and white.  The people want to get out,
Do we block there way"  I wonder what it's all about.
Three day weekend- we're losing faith.
Freeway traffic, just slows our pace.
Freeman's holiday- another rat race,
just in another place (only no L.A. haze).

Looks like we'll be coming down soon,
to the desert air, the light of the moon.
The cars will go separate ways.  In rented rooms
folks will have fun a few days.  Then they'll check out,
and turn around and forget their stays.
We'll hit the road on the inbound lane.
Three day weekend- why does it end?
Freeway traffic- soon back again.
Freeman's holiday- did they make some friends?
Do they think it will mend all of their working class sins?             

 -dp-
 4-10-82