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
Rains coming down
I cant see a thing
Radios broken so
Im whistling
New York to
Nyack feels like a hundred miles
Its not right, its not fair
Im still a mess and you still dont care
I go to work,
I come back home
But youre still gone and
Im still alone
And the little red lights not blinking
No, no the little red lights not blinking
No, no the little red lights 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
Im getting tired,
I think I just might need a drink
And as Im reaching in the bottom drawer
Im dreaming bout the way it was before
Life was so easy
I never really had to think
Its not right, its not fair
Im still a mess and you still dont care
I go to sleep when
I wake upThe pain sets in and it never stops
And the little red lights not blinking
No, no the little red lights not blinking
No, no the little red lights not blinking
On the desktop mailbox of my big black laptop
Oh noIts not right, its not fair
Im still a mess and you still dont care
I go to work,
I come back home
But youre still gone and
Im still alone
Andthe little red lights not blinking
No, no the little red lights not blinking
No, no the little red lights not blinking
On my big black radio shack digital portable phone
Oh no, oh no , oh no