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?