It's the second September I have known you
Four years or so ago, I rode a pony, called him "Truth"
We didn`t 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 my suitcase heart

That I 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 on a slow pony home

I can remember when I first saw you

You said in my photograph I looked more far away
I 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 of horses on ships with no sails, no motors, no oars


Now 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 to trust the view here.