Pony Express Zwan

The pony express flew through Inverness
Silent through the dark they ride
A message sent to you whereever you might lie
To draw the straightest line from here

Sure, they lie
I'm sure they try
I'm sure they wrote to someone too

I can taste the salt in the sweet blood of earth
In the creases of your skirt
I can feel your hand upon my brow, holding off the chills
In the silver churchill cross

The pony express shuddered to a halt
In the high desert plains of omaha
I tried to get through your wire and metal drum
From cold city west to santa fe

I'm sure they cried
Every single night
A message without question or fail

I can taste the salt in the sweet blood of earth
In the creases of your skirt
I can feel your hand upon my brow, holding off the chills
In the churchill silver cross