It's not easy so Take it slow You're coming up, you're coming round the bend You're my good friend Best friend And you're coming up, You're coming round the bend Ha ha. Ha You're making friends with the fireflies I can't say that, that comes as a surprise But the things they say are not what they seem So you've been called to tell us what they mean Yes, you've been called to tell us what they mean It's a? I told you I'm wising up, I'm wising up to them They seem like good friends Best friends But I'm wising up I'm wising up to them Ha ha. Ha You're making friends with the fireflies You know when they die their light stays alive But the things they say are not what they seem So you've been called to tell us what they mean Yes, you've been called to tell us what they mean You're making friends with the fireflies I can't say that, that comes as a surprise But the things they say are not what they seem So you've been called to tell us what they mean Yes, you've been called to tell us what they mean Yes, you've been called to tell us what they mean Yes, you've been called to tell us what they mean Yes, you've been called to tell us what they mean

I need a little time dad We can make it better I need a little space to breathe, oh-oh The paths we made like maps The ocean gaps get wider There's a space to breathe, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh But I believe that since you passed The ocean ice got wider There's space to freeze oh-o-old O-old code O-o-old code O-o-old code O-o-o-old code I confronted you I wanted to You lashed out at me A coward on his knees I wanted the truth I wanted to blame you Then you tried to buy me I didn't want your money I only wanted the truth I only wanted the truth I only wanted the truth I only wanted truth I only wanted truth I only wanted truth I only wanted truth I only wanted I only wanted The truth I only wanted I only wanted The truth

Men doing men-thing times Chewing candy and tobacco lines Drinking Harpoon pints Tossing nickels and dimes They're looking for an exit signs They're looking for a lucky night They're talking in boring rhymes Damn they're keeping up old times My teacher died, even the frying pan cried, Rain fell slow according to castle-time, I was only nine I was looking for an exit signs I was lookin for lucky nines Am I talking in boring rhymes? Face it we're living in war times Let's cry about it Let's cry about it, you can Cry about it Don't be embarrassed I won't laugh at you The river flows north and winds Traveling south you hit wind-time The passers-by are not kind But the sky is sublime Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I lied to mother, protecting him though He stuck my foot in a fishing hole Snow mounted up to the kitchen window I never told No footprints to follow to grandmother's stone And it's all covered in the snow Our bodies made angels They lay in this grove with halos I've walked in the cold But winter gets older Though in spring I was crying within Sticking up for my brother He was older but he's gone now He went cold

I shoulda killed you myself. It was always a dream of mine. I coulda used a little help, But red wine's been a good friend of mine. I've got sad news. Take off your shoes. Sit down for a while, A while. A while, now. I'm wearing me out. I'm wearing my old clothes. I'm writing all new poems. I'm riding in my car. Oh the children, they're just babies. Little baby-sized socks and shoes, And I think that maybe I should keep them away from you. I'll crawl in and then I'll creep out, out loud. I've got a job. I'm not proud. I'm not proud. I'm wearing me out. I'm wearing my old clothes. I'm writing all new poems. I'm riding in my car. Sad, sad. I've got sad news. I do. Sad news. I've got sad news. But it's all over now. It's all done. Red, Red Rover: I can't remember the game. I'm wearing me out. I'm wearing my old clothes. I'm writing all new poems. I'm riding in my car.