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