Standard (EADGBE)

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, 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

(Solo over verse chords)

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