Ballad of the Unsent Letter

He said, 'We've never been so far apart as we have right now
But then again, doll, we've never been closer.'
She said, 'No distance, time or place could ever make me love you less
My smile's a song and you are my composer.'

She was in Namibia, sleeping underneath the stars
With the lion's roar and guinea fowls a-hooting
He was in the USA and running out of cash
He'd been robbed and he'd overheard a shooting

One night he wrote a letter to explain his inside out
His heart was heavy and somehow he had to vent it
So he filled some motel stationery with words he couldn't say
Kissed the envelope, but never even sent it

He'd claim that he was scared that it would get lost in the post
In truth, he lacked assertiveness and courage
Maybe he'd made promises he wasn't sure he'd keep
And he was terrified of fatherhood and marriage

But he kept the letter tucked inside a book he never read
And back in Glasgow he unpacked and soon he found it
So he delivered it right there into the hands where it belonged
And said "I'm yours and now I know there's no way round it

I've fallen out of bars in all the Western World
Gazed drunkenly at stars as my wanderlust unfurled
I've lain in countless cots, but I've slept in very few
My mind and back's in knots, but every night I dreamt of you

And now I'm home."