such great heights
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 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...
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