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