I'M THINKIN 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
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'RE 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