Four Stitches

Last night the stars never went down, i spent 13 long hours on a plane
 Here we are now nervous as school girls, skittish as horses, awkward as prom dates
 And it should be familiar, this once was my country, before the coming of the sea
 Hey Tom did your old pony ever find the way back home?
 The streets of our past, we gambled away, when hours and days were still free
 On the roof of your car, we studied the night sky with both our adulthoods lying in wait
 And i still feel the downpour of a season so sacred, you take my bags, pull up the car
 Hey Tom looks like your pony really made it pretty far
 Two feathers for the plans, three daisies for the memories
 A penny for the dust and for the love
 Four stitches for the loss, five glasses for the riches
 One breath for the crumbling of the sky
 Before the last snow, two synchronized blossoms waiting for summer to come
 And the world was lit up then and the fairgrounds were shining
 Your hand on my shoulder... That was enough
 And my heart was so calm then, in the roundness of waiting
 When love was innocent and slow
 Hey Tom do you think our ponies will ever find a way back home?
 Two feathers for the plans, three daisies for the memories
 A penny for the dust and for the love
 Four stitches for the loss, five glasses for the riches
 One breath for the crumbling of the sky
 Five bubbles for the glory, a sonnet for salvation
 Some mortar for the cracks, a pillow for the fall
 One opus for the joy, two shards for forgiveness
 A secret stairwell for remembering,
 And a moment for a song...