The light from the firefly is starting to lose its glow.
By hook or by crook, he’s starting to be shallow.
The feelings he has in mind are beginning to fade.
Even his persona’s becoming to be vague.
He cannot stumble on a place to stay for the night,
so he dashed through the dancing shadows to find some light.
Alone in the dark heavens that’s where he found himself,
that there’s nothing he can do but to flee by himself;
and the light coming from me started to lose its glow.
By hook or by crook, I’m starting to be shallow.
Now, all I have is a feeling of seclusion,
a lonesomeness feeling that brought me to conclusion.