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