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