It's the second September I have known you years or so ago, I rode a pony, called him \"Truth\" We didnt know the way so it took us till today get here
And that time, I felt just fine I held so many people in my suitcase heart That I had to let the thing go It was taken by the wind and snow And still didn't know that I was waiting For a girl on a slow pony home
I can remember when I first saw you said in 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 the shore It's a 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 the fingerprints and dust... But I've begun to trust the view here.