ARGUS songs
Fireflies
written by B. Newport
Across the borderline, down on the Alamo
he's wondering but he really don't know
Broken promises, a soldier less forgotten
He take a shot of something golden
In the fading sun
Hair blowing with the tumbleweed
Exhaling in the evening breeze
He stares down the horizon
It's all a mystery
Though it could be plain to see
To this man, wild eyed and restless
Swinging on a lifeline
Hoping for the essence of his life
In the shadows of a dream
He looks along the road below and wonders
Is it all really there?
Texas moonlight reflecting in his vision
In the moment of reaction above
Consequences hanging in the balance
Waiting for the change to take a trip
Along the edge
Suspended in the darkness
Pounding on this heavy hearted soul
Deadly forces
All beyond his power
But that never really mattered
To this man, wild eyed and restless
Swinging on a lifeline
Hoping for the essence of his life
In the shadows of a dream
he looks along the road below
Dreaming on the city below
He rides on his American Horse
He looks along the road below and wonders
Is it all really there?
Was it ever really on his mind
This firefly, flickering in and out of the alleyway
he never dies underneath that deep, dark Texas shy
No he never dies, riding off with the wind into the night
he's wondering but he really don't know
Broken promises, a soldier less forgotten
He take a shot of something golden
In the fading sun
Hair blowing with the tumbleweed
Exhaling in the evening breeze
He stares down the horizon
It's all a mystery
Though it could be plain to see
To this man, wild eyed and restless
Swinging on a lifeline
Hoping for the essence of his life
In the shadows of a dream
He looks along the road below and wonders
Is it all really there?
Texas moonlight reflecting in his vision
In the moment of reaction above
Consequences hanging in the balance
Waiting for the change to take a trip
Along the edge
Suspended in the darkness
Pounding on this heavy hearted soul
Deadly forces
All beyond his power
But that never really mattered
To this man, wild eyed and restless
Swinging on a lifeline
Hoping for the essence of his life
In the shadows of a dream
he looks along the road below
Dreaming on the city below
He rides on his American Horse
He looks along the road below and wonders
Is it all really there?
Was it ever really on his mind
This firefly, flickering in and out of the alleyway
he never dies underneath that deep, dark Texas shy
No he never dies, riding off with the wind into the night