I am thinking its a sign
that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror
images and when
We kiss theyre 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 youre 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 wont see us waving
from such great
Heights, come down now, theyll say
But everything looks
perfect from far away,
come down now, but well 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