Fireflies

The highway runs, into the dead of the night
Just up there out of sight
I don’t know and the road don’t care
If it was all my fault it never felt fair
The desert burns, burns it all away
My past life is just a strange memory
There’s a river flowing, beside a town in the night
I would meet her there on the bank amongst the fireflies
—Excerpts from Roll On by Jim Dunagan