Fireflies

Run to the turnstiles
let go of a hand
with a quick look behind with a smile
in this new day and
glance down that great midway
there are big things to do and much to say

Skip through the arcade
whistles and rings
but there's a sweeter sound that serenades
for a spell
under the old band shell
their old waltz spins like a carousel
shrieks, yells, and bellows
around and round the swirling sound
slows down, dissolves softly as the morning sunrise
every turn brings surprise
overhead, a high wire
they walk lightly, then retire
a palm artist reads a line
it's taken as the truth most times
this will all go away child
to come around again another day.

Dark ride resembles the night
before All Saints Day
and there's nothing there to hold tight
and it's underway
but don't be afraid
know that it is only a masquerade

And the afternoon sun will greet us soon
chased by the moon
and it's only four dollars after five
so the crowd comes alive
arm in arm, entwined
cutting in line for the tumble bug,
and the derby racer, and bumper cars
and a mighty crash goes off nearby
and all eyes turn to the bright display in the sky
falling stars and fireflies
are reflected in the lake
in the morning a dream we'll awaken to
and hold it near
the promise that we'll meet each year
as you go away child
know there are big things to do and much to say