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 its thoughts like this that catch My troubled head when you're away I am missing you to d**h 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 won't 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 won't 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 They won't 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 They won't see us waving from such great heights "Come down now," They won't see us waving from such great heights "Come down now,"