| G | D | |
| I am thinking it\'s a si | gn |
| Am | |
| That the freckles i | n our eyes |
| Are mirror images |
| C | G | |
| And wh | en we kiss they\'re perfectly alig | ned. |
| G | D | |
| And I have to specu | late |
| Am | |
| That God Himself did mak | e |
| C | |
| Us into correspo | nding shapes |
| G | |
| Like puzzle pieces from | the clay. |
| G | D | |
| And true it may seem like a stre | tch |
| Am | |
| But it\'s thoughts like this that ca | tch |
| C | |
| My troubled head when you\'re | away |
| G | |
| And when I am missing you to de | ath. |
| G | D | |
| And when you are out there on the r | oad |
| Am | |
| For several weeks of sh | ows |
| C | |
| And when you scan the r | adio |
| G | |
| I hope this song will guide you h | ome. |
| Chorus |
| G | D | |
| They will see us waving from such great hei | ghts |
| Am | G | |
| \"Come | down now\" they\'l | l say |
| G | D | |
| But everything looks perfect from far a | way |
| Am | G | |
| \"Come | down now\" but we\'l | l stay |
| Verse |
| G | D | |
| I tried my best to le | ave |
| Am | |
| This all on your ma | chine |
| C | |
| But the persistent b | eat |
| G | |
| It sounded thin upon the sen | ding. |
| G | D | |
| And that frankly will not f | ly |
| Am | |
| You\'ll hear the shrillest | highs |
| C | |
| And lowest lows with the windows d | own |
| G | |
| And this is guiding you h | ome. |
| Chorus x3 |