Ah, Look at all the lonely ponies
Ah, Look at all the lonely ponies
Little Octavia
Playing her bass as she stands
In the lights of the stage
Turning the page
Looks at the night sky
Asking the stars as she thinks
"Could I ever want more?
What's it all for?"
All the lonely ponies, where do they all come from.
All the lonely ponies, where do they all belong
Little Octavia
Writing the notes of a song
That only one will hear
No one comes near
Look at her working
Plucking her strings in the night
When there's nopony there
Wearing her stare
All the lonely ponies, where do they all come from.
All the lonely ponies, where do they all belong
Ah, Look at all the lonely ponies
Ah, Look at all the lonely ponies
Little Octavia
Stands 'fore the house of the pony
She might once have loved
Maybe still does
Little Octavia
Trots from the place as she
Leaves a small gift at the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely ponies, where do they all come from.
All the lonely ponies, where do they all belong
