It's the second I have known you Four years or so ago, I rode a pony, called him \"Truth\" We didnt know the way so it took us till to 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 girl on a slow pony home
I can remember when I first saw you You said in my photograph I more far away laughed and smiled and didn't say \"I am a bit afraid to be here.\"
Setting free the anchor and looking past the shore It's a sea horses on ships with no sails, no motors, no oars
Now cleaning the windows between us two Funny, you do it once, and then and pretty soon the fingerprints and dust... But I've begun to trust the view here.