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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

Chorus
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?

Chorus
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...