I'll paint the ponies
I'll paint the ponies
If you ride
I'll paint the ponies
I'll paint the ponies
If you ride
August came on like a love song
Like the way that she does
Glint of gold in her hair
All her devil-may-care
But she never stays long
I held her there by the light
Of a dying sun
She just smiled and said,
“The golden hour
Is only one.â€
I AM I AM
THE HANGED MAN
CIRCLING AROUND AGAIN LIKE
A PAINTED PONY FIXED ON
A CAROUSEL RIDE
August looked up, said,
“September will keep you
Good company.
You must treat her with kindness
Even though you may miss me.â€
If not for the dawn,
Oh, if not for what's gone,
We'd have nothing.
For as sure as the sun
Oh, as sure as it comes
Is its going.
I AM I AM
THE HANGED MAN
CIRCLING AROUND AGAIN LIKE
A PAINTED PONY FIXED ON
A CAROUSEL RIDE
I AM I AM
THE HANGED MAN
PULLING ON THE REINS
OF A WOODEN PONY
NEVER DID HOLD TIME
I'll paint the ponies
I'll paint the ponies
If you ride
I'll paint the ponies
I'll paint the ponies
If you ride
I AM I AM
THE HANGED MAN
CIRCLING AROUND AGAIN LIKE
A PAINTED PONY FIXED ON
A CAROUSEL RIDE
I AM I AM
THE HANGED MAN
PULLING ON THE REINS
OF A WOODEN PONY
NEVER DID HOLD TIME
I'll paint the ponies
I'll paint the ponies
If you ride
I'll paint the ponies
I'll paint the ponies
If you ride