You sit at home and cry
While I stand outside,
And wish upon the fireflies
'Cause the clouds block all the stars.
You're reading my letters, baby,
I just know you are.
You sit and think for a while.
You might even start to smile,
Or maybe that's just me thinking,
Going much, much to far.
I do that sometimes, baby,
When I can't see the stars.
I walk into my kitchen
To make myself some tea,
And keep dreaming up stories
Most would call childish fantasies.
Now you go outside,
See the clouds, and sigh,
But do you see the fireflies?
Do you know just what they are?
Dream a bit with me, baby.
They're just as good as stars.