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 won't 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 won't 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...
They won't 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...
They won't see us waving from such great heights, "Come down now," They won't see us waving from such great heights, "Come down now,"