Maybe, one day, you'll hear my song
On the radio, or see the video on TV,
And wonder what I might be like,
Just as I wonder about you when I
Hear you laugh or see you smile.

If you bought my album, I doubt
I'd have any way of knowing,
Unless you wrote to me, or
Approached me at a gig, or
The two of us just happened to run
Into one another somewhere, despite
Living an ocean and a continent apart.

I wonder what the chances of that,
Of us ever meeting, are?

After all, none of my songs will
Get radio play, in all probability,
So if I saw you walking towards me,
You'd just walk past without
A second glance.

It's not like I'd be able to
Say anything to you anyway.
I can't even think of what
To write to you as fan mail.

Most things I could say, like
"You're gorgeous", or "I love your work",
Are things you'll have heard
And read a million times.
Something like "you seem lovely and
I'd love to know you" probably
Sums up how I feel quite neatly,
But even if it somehow doesn't
Scare you, I can't imagine you wanting
To know someone boring like me.

So I might just send you this,
Though I'm not quite sure why.
Perhaps I think you should know
That I know that I don't know you,
But would love that to change.

12/27/2002

Author's Note: so, should I send it to her?

Posted on 12/28/2002
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