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