It's the second September I have known you Four years or ago, I rode a pony, called him \"Truth\" We didnt know the way so it took till today to get here
And all that time, I felt just I held so many people in my suitcase heart That I to let the whole thing go It was taken by the wind and snow And I still didn't that I was waiting For a girl on a slow pony home
I can remember when I first saw you You said in my photograph I looked more away laughed and smiled and didn't say \"I am a bit afraid to be here.\"
Setting free the anchor looking past the shore It's a sea of horses on ships with no sails, no motors, no oars
Now we're cleaning the windows between two Funny, you do it once, and then again, and soon the fingerprints and dust... But I've begun to trust the view here.