Inspiration

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

Its 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

That frankly will not fly. you will hear

The shrillest highs and lowest lows with

The windows down when this is guiding you home


- such great heights by the postal service

Description

a song for a girl i'm missing today.