The Fireflies Were Out Video (MV)

The fireflies were out, and I was barely here
It felt like my own personal fourth of July
So I poked holes in a jar and caught all that I could
Fleeting like the summer days by design

Men becoming choir boys

I feel lost, I feel numb
Stare until I go blind into a digital sun
I feel lost, I feel numb
Stare until I go blind into a digital sun

So I moved out as far north, until the money all ran out
And hoped that I had found my place in the sun
But everyone's like me, full of insecurities
I never knew that home would never feel like home

Men becoming choir boys

I feel lost, I feel numb
Chugging my single malt out of a plastic cup
I feel lost, I feel numb
Chugging my single malt out of a plastic cup

So I asked my God about the way to live
Asked him how to live outside myself and pray for rain
Wonder if the seeds of sorrow were gestating there
Praying if the vines will pull me down, I'd gasp for air
And he said, son, if you have to ask, you'll never know
Summer's sweetest when the Jersey corn is left to grow
Don't you know this world hasn't changed, just only you
Find the truth, make your move and start all new."