Pony

When love was a Mexican pony

You and I would ride

From the desert in the dark

Cross the river to the other side

Border guards they waved us through

Andale niños they cried

When love was a Mexican pony

You and I would ride 

Then 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 incense, It was grace

It was the sound of the serpent’s hiss

Love was a Mexican pony

That you and I would ride

From the desert in the dark

Cross the river to the other side

Then love was a Sunday morning

When our white flags flew in smoke

It was just before the call to mass

The cigarettes and 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 waved us  through

Andale niños they cried

When love was a Mexican pony

You and I would ride    

When love was a Mexican pony

That you and I would ride

Appears on mercy and The Pretty World Trilogy