It's the second September I have 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 so many people in suitcase heart That I had to let the whole thing go It was by the wind and snow And I still didn't know that I was waiting a girl on a slow pony home
I can remember when I first saw you You said in my photograph I more far away I laughed and smiled and didn't say am a bit afraid to be here.\"
Setting the anchor and looking past the shore It's a sea of horses on ships with no sails, no motors, no oars
Now we're cleaning the between us two Funny, you do it once, and then again, and pretty soon the fingerprints and But I've begun to trust the view here.