| Song | Little Red Light |
| Artist | Fountains of Wayne |
| Album | Welcome Interstate Managers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
| 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 | |
| Japaneses 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 upThe 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 noIt'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, oh no, oh no |
| zuo ci : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
| 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 | |
| Japaneses 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 upThe 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 noIt' 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, oh no, oh no |
| zuò cí : Collingwood, Schlesinger | |
| 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 | |
| Japaneses 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 upThe 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 noIt' 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, oh no, oh no |