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
True, it may seem like a stretch,
But Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away 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 radio, 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…
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…