Pony Express

There was a boy down by the creek

Had eyes like an owl at night

Then one day after the rain

He made a horse out of clay

He’d wrap it up in a blanket so it would not wash away

Chorus

The minute hand would step aside and wait for the hours

The seconds know that time can fly when it’s already way too late

I wish that I could blame it on the pony express

The letter’d never reach my love and the rider would end up dead

The candle died for the wind and snow

And we never did find the moon

Take my hand in the garden row and lay me down by the roses

She was born on the firing lane

And her hands were steady as stone

Darlin won’t you tell me where my words got lost

By the time I reach you there I’m already way too late

I wish that I could blame it on

The pony express

The letter’d never reach my love and the rider would end up dead