Night train - the stars might reign
Over the earth but streetlamps make the light wane
Coco’s fetlock starts to ache from polite waves
Seeing her off, hope eventually she might stay
Vanishing point, Rarity gone, and Coco now could
Stand to avoid staring at walls, she turns away.
Gladly employed, where it’s involved in her heart’s
Another matter, the advantage of choice can perish and fall. Comparisons all,
She heads home, roaming the streets
At night nothing stays open but nopony sleeps
Penthouses, tight curtains hide lost faces
These washouts never fly, only haunt basements
She used to be one, guppy to a shark
Swimming out her first laps in the bustle of the stars
Used to want an outlet, out humming in the park
Now she’s got one she’s been long-suffering for sparks

Somewhere in the dark, there’s a worldwise fillyBabs
World-wise Mom’s keeping up with filthy habs
Focus on the friends that she really has
Not the bullies, thinking just ignore it man and you’ll feel it pass
Heal it back, did it work yet?
Not one for a casual solution, she prefers sweat
But stonewise there isn’t one around to get the birds met
Living low to damp the possibility of worse threats

Down numbered and impersonal streets
There’s another branch of folk in the proverbial tree
Apartment too big, a table with an empty seat
Once upon a time the couple could accept a niece
Gently weep, years on still the two ain’t acting right
Known to others some true Manehattanites
Paper on the table but the news ain’t black and white
Auntie Orange thinking that it’s suitcase packing time
Nowhere to go, both laughed at their origins
And tried to sprout anew, turning apples to oranges
Raffle their souls when the two dabbled in foraging
Only to find they’re still in the rabble with storge spent

So out here ponies lead lives of quiet desperation
On long streets smelling of refineries and paint chips
They hold their dreams tight for provisory complacence
But the city wouldn’t trade, they’re entirely fallacious

And outside the city’s split to sections of trotters
Some bridgeside, thinking hard of testing the waters
Looking up at skylines, crowding the service tunnels
Out of the cold dark, now we can turn to trouble
Sven still combing through the streets, light flickering
Searching for a lead or the sound of her quiet whickering
Forgot his old life when he dropped his wife’s bickering
Out of bits, look for love as long as life’s lingering

She’s a high horse, mane is an eyesore
Dark in the park, getting baked, looking skyward
Hi birds, in the long haul for pain
She’s been getting so high the stars fall from grace

The moon’s up, glaring like a bat-eyed horse
Cast the pale white light onto Sapphire Shores
Anypony for herself, this is not a town for brother love
Street outside the dressing room has started smelling sulphurous

High up’s not a haze you can fly through, and still
Miss Songbird sees a cage in her eye-view
Soft Serenade helps to gloss over life-truths
Oft known to hide shrewd eyes and recite blues - kind muse

Far away in the starry haze of the synth notes
Is Coloratura, still far away from the windows
Dropped by a label, no longer crowned for her flaws
A lady learns not every change gets a round of applause

Clouding her eyes cus she might’ve made it, all’s the pity
Now how to survive a day when the dawn is gritty
From humanities to workers to ponies on committees
It’s thousands of lives separated by a common city