The Postal Service....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 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 deathwhen 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....