Slow Pony Home

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.