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

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...