I

am

thin-

king

it's

a

sign

That

the

fre-

ckles

in

our

eyes

Are

mir-

ror

i-

ma-

ges

and

when

we

kiss

They're

per-

fect-

ly

a-

ligned

And

I

have

to

spe-

cu-

late

That

God

him-

self

did

make

us

In-

to

cor-

res-

pon-

ding

shapes

Like

puz-

zle

pie-

ces

from

the

clay

And

true

it

may

seem

like

a

stretch

But

it's

thoughts

like

this

that

catch

My

trou-

bled

head

when

you're

a-

way

When

I

am

mis-

sing

you

to

death

When

you

are

out

there

on

the

road

For

seve-

ral

weeks

of

shows

And

when

you

scan

the

ra-

di-

o

I

hope

this

song

will

guide

you

home

They

will

see

us

wa-

ving

from

such

great

heights

Come

down

now,

they'll

say

But

eve-

ry-

thing

looks

per-

fect

from

far

a-

way

Come

down

now

but

we'll

stay

I've

tried

my

best

to

leave

This

all

on

your

ma-

chine

But

the

per-

sis-

tent

beat

It

sound-

ed

thin

up-

on

lis-

te-

ning

And

that

frank-

ly

will

not

fly

You

will

hear

the

shril-

lest

highs

And

lo-

west

lows

with

the

win-

dows

down

When

this

is

gui-

ding

you

home

They

will

see

us

wa-

ving

from

such

great

heights

Come

down

now,

they'll

say

But

eve-

ry-

thing

looks

per-

fect

from

far

a-

way

Come

down

now

but

we'll

stay