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 frankly will not fly.
You will hear
the shrillest highs and lowest lows with the windows down
when this is guiding you home.
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