(new never-to-be-heard song, inspired by Everclear's Good Witch of the North) My boy, he left me a message through the telephone wire. My love, he wrote me a note through a satelite tonight. I looked to the moon, hoped to see your face but the milky way is so out of place and the distance from our world keeps fighting us. And all I want to do is reach through the satelite to get to you, and hold you till the stars fall from the sky. My boy, he left me a message through the telephone wire. My love, he wrote me a note through the satelite, last night. I turned in my bed, try to reach for you but there was just an empty place. Boy, my love, my one desire I'm missing your hands and face. Oh Destiny, won't you bring my love back home? Oh happy Fate, won't you bring my boy to me? Read your miseries through a graying screen held my comments in my heart. Dialed you up through a highway network got to you in 15 flat, and it isn't fair how I can't do that. All I wish to do tonight is reach you through the satelite. All I wish to do tonight is reach you through the satelite.