It's second September I have known you Four years or so 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 fine I held so 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 my photograph I looked more far away I laughed and smiled and didn't say \"I am a bit afraid be here.\"
Setting free the anchor and looking past the shore It's sea of horses on ships with no sails, no motors, no oars
we're cleaning the windows between us two Funny, you do it once, and then again, and pretty soon the fingerprints and dust... But I've begun trust the view here.