I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and
When we kiss they're perfectly aligned.
And I have to speculate
That God himself did make us into corresponding
Shapes like puzzle pieces from the clay.
And true, it may seem like a stretch
But it's thoughts like this that catch
My troubled head when you're a-way
When I am missing you to death.
When you are out there on the road
For several weeks of shows
And when you scan the radi-oh
I hope this song will guide you home.
They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say.
But everything looks perfect
From far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay.
I tried my best to leave
This all on your machine
But the persistent beat, it
Sounded thin upon listening.
And that frankly will not fly
You will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows
With the windows down when this is guiding you home.
They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down now," they'll say.
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down now," but we'll stay.
