Until The Next Teardrop Falls

I can’t wander there
and you can’t wander there
though we’re only separated by the air.

I could reach up and touch your face,
you could reach down and touch my face
if God had any grace.

We’re not separated by much,
there’s no distance, dawn or spear
between those we hold dear.

But I can’t wander here
and you can’t wander here
though we’re only separated by a tear.