Gridlock
Warren Zevon Lyrics


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It's 5:00 P.M. on a weekday, friend
There's one of me and two million of them
The whistle blows, and the factories close
There's a million more commuters on the access roads
The brake lights flash, there's an RV - crashed
I'm in the passing lane going nowhere fast
The traffic crawls, and the engine stalls
I'm stuck on the edge of the urban sprawl

Gridlock
Up ahead
There's a line of cars as far as I can see
Gridlock
Goin' nowhere
Roll down the window, let me scream

Oh, yeah, ain't it a shame?
We're all jammed up at the interchange
The paramedics and the C.H.P.
Wait impatiently for catastrophes
I'm spending half my days like this
I might as well be working on the midnight shift
The radio's tuned to the traffic news
And everybody's choking on monoxide fumes

Gridlock
Up ahead
There's a line of cars as far as I can see
Gridlock
Goin' nowhere
Roll down the window, let me scream
I can close my eyes and dream
I can close my eyes and dream
I can close my eyes and dream

It's 5:00PM on a weekday, friend
I'm going home, but I don't know when
I hate this traffic, and I hate this town
Gotta honk my horn, try to get around
I feel like going on a killing spree
Tomorrow I'm going on the R.T.D.
The traffic crawls, and the engine stalls
I'm stuck on the edge of the urban sprawl

Gridlock
Up ahead
There's a line of cars as far as I can see
Gridlock
Goin' nowhere




Roll down the window, let me scream
I can close my eyes and dream

Overall Meaning

The song "Gridlock" by Warren Zevon is a reflection of daily traffic frustrations in the city that result from the growing population and poor urban planning. The lyrics depict a scene of rush hour traffic, where the singer is trapped in his car with endless streams of cars ahead of him. There is a significant emphasis on the feelings of being stuck and the inability to move forward, and the frustration of being a prisoner in a world of constant motion. The song ends with the main character feeling hopeless and fed up, pondering a “killing spree” out of sheer frustration.


The overall tone of the song is one of frustration and resignation, reflecting the daily grind experienced by 9-5 workers. The traffic in the song is seen as a metaphor for the singer's life, as he is trapped in a seemingly never-ending cycle of commuting and work. While the lyrics are specific to the context of traffic and urban sprawl, the underlying message could be interpreted more broadly as a statement on the feeling of being stuck in an unfulfilling life.


Line by Line Meaning

It's 5:00 P.M. on a weekday, friend
The time is 5 PM on a weekday, and the singer is addressing someone as a friend.


There's one of me and two million of them
The singer feels outnumbered by the large crowd of commuters around him.


The whistle blows, and the factories close
The workday has ended, as indicated by the sound of a whistle and the closure of factories.


There's a million more commuters on the access roads
There are countless more people on the roads due to the end of the workday.


The brake lights flash, there's an RV - crashed
The singer observes an RV crashed on the road causing traffic to slow down.


I'm in the passing lane going nowhere fast
The singer is in a fast lane, but the speed of the cars is slow, so he is not going anywhere quickly.


The traffic crawls, and the engine stalls
Traffic is moving at a slow pace, and the singer's engine has stopped as well.


I'm stuck on the edge of the urban sprawl
The singer is trapped in the city and cannot escape the congestion.


Gridlock
The term 'gridlock' refers to the heavy traffic on the roads.


Up ahead
The singer notices the traffic ahead of him.


There's a line of cars as far as I can see
The singer is faced with a long line of cars that seemingly has no end.


Goin' nowhere
The singer recognizes that the traffic is not moving the way he wants it to.


Roll down the window, let me scream
The singer is frustrated and wants to scream while sticking his head out of the window.


Oh, yeah, ain't it a shame?
The singer expresses a sarcastic statement, acknowledging the negative situation but stating it as though it is pointless to dwell on.


We're all jammed up at the interchange
People are stuck in their cars on the roads leading to the interchange.


The paramedics and the C.H.P.
Paramedics and California Highway Patrol officers are present at the scene of the accident, waiting for a disaster to happen.


Wait impatiently for catastrophes
The paramedics and officers seem to be eager for accidents to happen, and the singer believes that they find excitement in such events.


I'm spending half my days like this
The singer feels that he wastes significant portions of his life in traffic.


I might as well be working on the midnight shift
The singer feels like he is working a night shift because he spends so much time driving in traffic.


The radio's tuned to the traffic news
The singer listens to the radio to get updates on the traffic.


And everybody's choking on monoxide fumes
The air is polluted with exhaust fumes, and everyone in the cars is inhaling them.


I'm going home, but I don't know when
The singer is unsure of when he will arrive at his destination due to the unpredictability of traffic.


Gotta honk my horn, try to get around
The singer will honk his horn in an attempt to maneuver his car around the other vehicles.


I feel like going on a killing spree
The singer feels immense anger towards the congestion and the time wasted because of it.


Tomorrow I'm going on the R.T.D.
The singer plans to ride the Regional Transit District (RTD) bus service the next day as a way to avoid the traffic.


I can close my eyes and dream
The singer daydreams about a world without traffic, where he can be free to go wherever he wants.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: WARREN WILLIAM ZEVON

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