Little Red Light Lyrics

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