Play, Octavia, play
Your fans, do they wait
The curtain rises again for the day
Play, Octavia, alone on the stage is your fate
Play, Octavia, play
Fans they come and go, listen to the symphony
Days end and at home, alone you lay
Such is a day of fame,something missing
As days grow longer, you think in agony
Play, Octavia, play
Let your heart out for all to hear
The notes pass your feelings out, never to stay
No one listens to the heart, but to the music
One day, somepony will listen as you play
But who and when, you will never know
So play the symphony, play with a tear
Finish the day, finish the symphony
With but one question left in mind
Who will play the symphony for thee?
Your fans, do they wait
The curtain rises again for the day
Play, Octavia, alone on the stage is your fate
Play, Octavia, play
Fans they come and go, listen to the symphony
Days end and at home, alone you lay
Such is a day of fame,something missing
As days grow longer, you think in agony
Play, Octavia, play
Let your heart out for all to hear
The notes pass your feelings out, never to stay
No one listens to the heart, but to the music
One day, somepony will listen as you play
But who and when, you will never know
So play the symphony, play with a tear
Finish the day, finish the symphony
With but one question left in mind
Who will play the symphony for thee?
