Beyond Her Garden - Wooden Toaster You try your best but it's not quite there You kick a hoof and say it's just not fair A simple mare living simple dreams A rumour that's not quite as it seems Carrot top, go beyond us You're a late star, time to fool us Keep your friends close, they're what drive you To the cosmos that describes you Brighter than tonights sunset Can't mistake your silhouette Not a sound nor voice nearby Your mane illuminates this gloomy sky