Distance

Distance is what keeps us apart The thought pushes through my head till its clear Like a busy commuter on a New York street And though I’m still uncertain of your heart I pray tomorrow you’ll be near How far must I run to meet you And what distance would you travel If like the man on his way to work I run too slow Will I be too late, will you find somebody new Our shift of two not yet begun would turn into a passel Tomorrow brings a promise that our paths will cross But I will not dare to look your way to see Like men avoid the glance of those living in the gutter I’m afraid of feeling loss If your eyes aren’t looking back at me If I never know then my heart will be safe I’ll never face your rejection and you’ll never know my feelings But the poor are just as scared to face the rich And when it comes to maters of love I am a waif Its hard for me to recognize a rich heart’s dealings I won’t move first despite my longing Like a glass door is set between us that we cannot see if we both push on either side our force will keep it closed But there is one thought I find calming That perhaps tomorrow you’ll find your way to me Perhaps tomorrow I will be braver Maybe I can find the courage to pull the glass door open And even if you pull to hold it closed with all your force Maybe I can persist enough to gain your favor I can’t conceive that the distance between us will not be unbroken