Just send me away 
To you I'm a fraud 
Just know it's okay 
To feel like you're lost 

But I'm not the one who needs a guiding star 
Mine shines on my hip, and it's never far 
And I'm not the one who needs an idol to mourn 
My bright star is my cart and the sweat on my horn 
And it's lit like the moon 

You know that I never claimed 
To be more than an act 
Yet I'm the one who got shamed 
And who can [bad word] back 

But I'm not the one who needs a guiding star 
Mine shines on my hip, and it's never far 
And I'm not the one who needs twilight to sleep 
I'm fine in the sun and I'm fine on the street 

Watch as the lights on Bridle Street raise up 
And every pony whose asleep can wake up 
And it sparks like the sun, and it shines like the stars 
And it's lit like the moon, wherever you are 

Where are the girls 
on nights like this 
If I saw a rarity walking, with her hair freshly curled 
Would she notice I exist? 

She was burned in a fire, and her face has been scarred 
But she's still beautiful, and she's cool and in charge 
And I hear foals playing, singing neighborhood songs 
Secret clubs that they made where I don't belong 

And I know it's alright as she and I finally meet 
'Cause I've long known that idols are cheap 
And I'll finally know that my [bad word] 
When they beg me [bad word] here and stay lit like the moon 

Bridle Street is where I belong 
I could lose myself in her song