Released on April 23, 2002

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I'll understand if you're not feeling well enough to write

I'll understand if you've got way too many things to do

You see I've been sitting here for an hour trying to finish what I started

Now it seems every line gets harder and never really what I wanna say

So I hope this letter finds you well

It's taken me a little while to sit and spell out

Everything I wanna say

But I think I'm ready to convey

You're the reason that I play at all

You got me thinking how a song can change it all

If there's any wonder how I made it through

Well I tell them that's between me and you, well

Someday I'll thank you if I see you around

But for now I'll just keep this letter to myself

And a song I'll probably never sing for you

Like a satellite spinning 'round my head in sound

When you're sixteen and you're full of pain

Yeah nothing matters much but the sound of

Broken bottles and hearts and the ties that bind

You to what you can't ignore

In a world where I had no control

I used my voice as a weapon that I could hold

I screamed and shouted until I played

I meant every single word I said

You're the reason that I care at all

You got me thinking how a song can change it all

If there's anyone that I want to hear

Well nothing's ever been so clear

Someday I'll thank you if I see you around

But for now I'll just keep this letter to myself

And a song I'll probably never sing for you

Like a satellite spinning 'round my head in sound

Like a song I won't forget

Oh satellite spinning 'round my head

Like a song I won't forget

When we're all grown up and looking for that

Anger, nothing matters much

But the reassuring sound of your voice

Buzzing through that stereo

All this imagery and sound

With words that bite and tear out

So watch me for myself

Again now I found my voice again now