i used to let go of your hand. you would walk away
and they would poke and pick at you.
you'd go down a little tunnel.
i couldn't see you.
and then come out the other side.
you would stare at me through the big window.
you came over and rested your fingers on the glass against mine.
and our tears would fall there,
because the glass was between us, and all the miles were between us always.
and i would sing through the glass
oh kiss me and
smile for me
tell me how you'll wait for me
hold me like you'll never
let me go
cus im leavin on a jet plane
i dont know when ill be back again
oh babe
i hate to go.

and the tears would leak out of your eyes like holes in the ceiling. I couldn't wipe them away because of the glass.
but I'm here now.
the glass is not.
we can take care of each other
and sing songs together
instead of apart.

i couldn't ask for more.