The tape starts as I'm backing out of my garage
Hit the breaks, stop, no wait, I guess it was just a mirage
It's a long ride heading down 202
It took a long time trying to get through to you
It's a long, long ride
But I'll make it ever Friday night.

In the basement there's a telephone built for two
A chair and a string that stretches from me to you
There's a long pause before we speak
It's a hard time trying to get through the week
It's a long, long ride
But I'll make it ever Friday night.

You're going back to school
For another year
Back to school
But I'm staying here
Back to school
For another year
But it's OK, you're only five days away

In the dorm there's a girl and she's typing out his name
There's someone at the door but she's typing out his name
There are cables in a circuit of underground streams
So she's able, in a second, to shatter your dreams
It's a long, long ride
But I'll miss it every Friday night.

You're going back to school
For another year
Back to school
But I'm staying here
Back to school
For another year
But it's OK, you're only five days away