I feel like a baby all the time now Babies stay at home and learn their ABCs And what it is to crawl Special delivery service Phoenix burns your packages But promises to get you something truly good one day What do you say? Trust in Phoenix Mail That's what being human means That's what being human means So sad Why do I feel useless somedays? Babies are small and weak and helpless creatures So tell me what went wrong And I will try to keep in mind the reason for this song And in a year from If grace allows then Phoenix will be knocking at my door

All that you ruined was over the hill Smoke in the sky from the heart of the sea Through the gaps between our fingers We watched those rockets fly away Our time was out We'd need to scout for another galaxy Just like the last one But for a breath now held quite long enough We'd paint the shells in emerald Instead of sinking like a stone Through all these years The only difference Is on the other side of what we chose What can I say (What can I say) To make this fever go away? My bones erode to clay Between the trembeling (Trembeling) And the quakes that carry me from day to day (Day to) Page to page Choose your own adventure But for a path not taken quick enough The chapters lead to promises Anxious fingers flipping backwards For a second chance Another road to run from ruin in our wakes Just like the last one What can I say To make this fever go away? My bones erode to clay Between the trembeling And the quakes that carry me from day to day Page to page Choose your own adventure

No one knows where he comes from And no one knows where he goes But he's made from Bavarian sausage meat From him head down to his toes He might go to a blues club Or he might go to a strip club But wherever he goes You know that he's the Sausage Man (Oh yeah, he's the Sausage Man We don't know where he's gone but he won't come back) (He's the Sausage Man) (Oh yeah, he's the Sausage Man We don't know where he's gone but he won't come back) Nobody got to know him So nobody understands Not even Tommy from The Kingskin Bakery Know the magic of the Sausage Man He hopped a bus to New York in 1973 He saw a steaming hot dog stand So he ran across the street A yellow cab sent Sausage Man A-flyin' to the curb And that's the last (That's the last) We ever heard of the Sausage Man (Oh yeah, he's the Sausage Man We don't know where he's gone but he won't come back) (Oh he's the Sausage Man) (Oh yeah, he's the Sausage Man We don't know where he's gone but he won't come back) He might go to a movie He might go to a show But wherever he goes You know that he's the Sausage Man (He's the Sausage Man) But wherever he goes You know that he's the Sausage Man

We could really use your help right now To start our business over Lots of people know us for the games we used to play I am almost certain I'll fall back in that familiar groove But maybe you could me on the way Love swims upstream Weaker than you would've thought On any given day We float downstream I'll see you at the ocean either way I could tell a lie and never see a chance of consequence In fact I see you do it all the time Sentimental hearts will seldom lead to confidence How did you get me caught up in your wire? What the hell does it mean that we're alone? I really should've seen you coming Like something out of a nightmare toon Love swims upstream Weaker than you would've thought On any given day We float downstream I'll see you at the ocean either way

Waiting outside in the cold makes me obnoxious Inviting me into the warmth of your arms Makes me feel cold somehow Heaven has given me hands so I can hold you Somebody pushed me ahead of the line So I could dive Strawberries and wine Taking my mind out the equation Love should be a force capable of splitting the seams Will I fall back again? Playing the part on my knees Waking up out of a dream and back where I started Hold a red Cheerio in my hands It must've been real I never could comprehend the ultimate reason But when you said not to throw it away I said, "fine" Strawberries and wine Taking my mind out the equation Love should be a force capable of splitting the seams Will I fall back again? Playing the part on my knees Love should be a force capable of splitting the seams