Little Red Light

Sitting in traffic on the
Tappan Zee
Fifty million people out in front of me
Trying to cross the water but it just might be a while
Rain's coming down
I can't see a thing
Radio's broken so
I'm whistling
New York to
Nyack feels like a hundred miles
It's not right, it's not fair
I'm still a mess and you still don't care
I go to work,
I come back home
But you're still gone and
I'm still alone
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On my big black plastic
Japaneses cordless phone
Oh no, oh no
Stuck in a meeting on
Monday night
Trying to get the numbers to come out right
I'm getting tired,
I think I just might need a drink
And as I'm reaching in the bottom drawer
I'm dreaming 'bout the way it was before
Life was so easy
I never really had to think
It's not right, it's not fair
I'm still a mess and you still don't care
I go to sleep when
I wake upThe pain sets in and it never stops
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On the desktop mailbox of my big black laptop
Oh noIt's not right, it's not fair
I'm still a mess and you still don't care
I go to work,
I come back home
But you're still gone and
I'm still alone
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On my big black radio shack digital portable phone
Oh no, oh no, oh no