Did You Get My Message? (Live at Schubas Tavern, Chicago, IL, 2006)

Here's one you might know

Well, did you get my message, the one I left?

Well, I was trying to condense everything that I meant

In a minute or less, when I called to confess

And make all of my stresses go bye-bye

Did you get my message? You didn't, I guess

If you did, you would've called me with your sweet intent

And we could give it a rest instead of beating our breasts

And making all of the pressure go sky-high

Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send?

Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take

And come back together again with a whole new meaning

And a brand new sense, oh, completely unrelated to the one I sent

Did you get my message? Ooh-ooh-coo

Oh, did you get my message?

Oh, did you get my message? Yeah, ooh-ooh-coo-ooh

Uh oh! Where did it go?

Must've bypassed your phone and flown right out of the window

Oh well, how can I tell?

Should I call the operator? Maybe she know the info

Or whether or not if my message you got

Was too much or a lot to reply

Why not try this for a fact (should you ever call back)

I'd relax and be relieved of all my panic attacks

Singin' ah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ah-ah (ah-ah)

Ooh-ooh (ah-ah-ooh-ooh-ah-ah)

Pick up the phone and call me back (ooh-ooh-ah-ah-ooh-ooh)

Why? 'Cause I'm freaking out (ah-ah-ooh-ooh)

Did you get my message? Ooh-ooh-coo

Oh, did you get my

Oh, did you get my

Oh, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya, did ya now?

Oh, did you get my message? Yeah, ooh-ooh-coo-ooh

D-do-do-do, d-do-do-do

D-do-do-do, d-do-do-do

D-do-do-do, d-do-do-do

D-do-do-do, d-do-do-do

Do-do-do, do-do-do-do, d-do-do

Well, did you get my message, the one that I left?

I was trying to condense everything that I meant

But now the moment has passed (not much sand in the glass)

I'm standing to lose my mind, oh

Do you ever wonder what happens to the words that we send?

Do they bend, do they break from the flight that they take

And get put back together again with a whole new meaning

To the matter of our love's defense?