The fireflies, they get to me at night
The sun in the day streaks my hair
Amber waves in my mane
Like American times in the summer
Bright, rough, no worse for the wear
Tear through that day like it’s destiny
You want to move freely like dust?
Then get some wanderlust with me
Let’s make love to the new day
Travel far and wide to some stone uncovered
Whatever you do, take some baggage
we can unpack it all
then burn it.