Light is a metaphoric thing. There is green light and red light. Then there is black light, which is mostly danger.

I've stopped racing to get to the red light.

Unless the green light is turned into a red light, unless there's a clear message (from) Mr. Arafat to stop terrorism, there can't be any peace process.

I rule out categorically any 'traffic-light' coalition with red and green.

How does Sting know she doesn’t have to turn on the red light? I bet under different circumstances she’d love not to put on the red light, but she’s got bills to pay. If he’s telling her she doesn’t have to turn on the red light, he needs to offer an alternative. I’d appreciate Sting’s suggestion more if he followed, “You don’t have to sell your body to the night,” with “because I found you a stable nine-to-five that comes with benefits, a dental plan, and a matching 401K.

When the light turns green, you go.When the light turns red, you stop.But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?