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 a**ertiveness 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."