Fireflies of Montreal

Ripple in the midnight clouds

No stars on the horizon

Flicker from an old street light 

Attracts the moths who claim the night

Satellites that pass overhead

In the rib caged sky

If they stop, we’re good as dead

So then what good am I

‘Cause I’ve heard from encounter with the past

The creatures gentle glowing never lasts 

So won’t someone tell me after all

What happened to the fireflies of Montreal

Darkness in the alley way

At least for some

In the sixties flew away

Left a few, now there are none 

But I’ve heard from encounter with the past

The gentle creature’s glowing never lasts 

So won’t someone tell me after all

What happened to the fireflies of Montreal