Thirty years ago I was a little girl
Riding in the back seat of the car
A woman sang 'You don't bring me flowers anymore.'
I felt the sadness in my little heart
We're looking for the music
In the music box
Tearing it to pieces
Trying to find a song
I was drawn to you in ways I can't explain
I fought like crazy but I couldn't stay away
Piled on expectations and lots of blame
Like we couldn't do it any other way
We're looking for a firefly
Moving through the night
Staring at that one place
Swear it never lights
We're looking for the music
In the music box
Tearing it to pieces
Trying to find a song
Were you surprised our hearts were not like ticking clocks?
The faces and hands easy to read
We both wished 'if only in the land of Oz.'
And longed for things we'd never really need
Now we're standing in the kitchen
All pretense is gone
You kiss me on the shoulder
Fireflies and songs