Pony

Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride
 From the desert in the dark cross the river on the other side
 Border guards they waved us through Andele ninos they cried
 Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride
 Love was a porcelain angel in a church in Mexico
 Dressed in silk painted tears we worshipped what we did not know
 Love was a porcelain angel, it was the moment we kissed
 It was innocence, it was grace, it was the sound of the serpent's hiss
 Love was a Mexican pony that you and would ride
 From the desert in the dark cross the river to the other side
 Love was a Sunday morning when our white flags flew in smoke
 It was just before the call to mass, the cigarettes, the jokes
 Love was a Sunday morning when you and I would pray
 Press our hands together the way we did when you went away
 Border guards they waved us through andele ninos they cried
 Love was a Mexican pony you and I would ride