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