I have never been good enough for your sight,
I have never been invited into your night.
Yet for some reason I am good enough to hear,
as long as I am distantly away from near.
Never will we meet to get to know well,
you only want the stories on air I tell.
Writing a loving telling wanting letter,
believe me I can\'t think of anything better.
The distance you\'re unwilling to travel to me,
and here is where I\'m meant to be.
As I sign off to my listening audience tonight,
I want the same things the writer writes.