Texty:
Flying Blind Pony

Look so cool, You ride upon your pony Going up and down my street all day. Going down my street all day. All the time we see one another never

but rumor has it that I wasn't born, I just walked in one frosty morn. Into the vision of some vacant mind. Oh once I held a pony by its flying mane

but rumor has it that I wasn't born, I just walked in one frosty morn. Into the vision of some vacant mind. Oh once I held a pony by its flying mane