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 Japanese cordless phone
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 up
The 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 no


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 Radio Shack digital portable phone

Oh no