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 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