It's the second September I known you Four 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 all that time, I felt fine I held so many people in my suitcase heart That had to let the whole thing go It was taken by the wind and snow And I still didn't know that I was waiting For a girl a slow pony home
can remember when I first saw you You said in my photograph I looked more far away I 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 us two Funny, you do it once, and then again, and pretty soon the fingerprints and dust... But I've begun to the view here.