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I was 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 it's 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
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 . . .