I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.
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 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, it 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.
That, frankly, will not fly; you'll hear the shrillest highs
And lowest lows with the windows down when this is guiding you home.
Safe trip, love. And remember to reread this tomorrow, eh?