Fireflies in Jelly Jars
Music: Lyndon Heart
Lyrics: Salome Strangelove

She’s plugged in and talking on the phone
Digital toys never left alone
Unimpressed with such a pouty face
All of twelve years old and no time to waste

She’s got places to go; she’s got things to say
It must be so hard to be a kid today

I never see them
Catching fireflies in old jelly jars
While the man of the moon talks of fallen stars
Bare feet on the fresh cut lawn
Staying up all night just to race the dawn
Summertime free and too cool for school
Laughing, laughing, laughing like fresh-faced fools

Her fingers type so fast they’re ready to explode
In shorthand and symbols like some military code
Smartphone makes sure her trains all run on time
No dolls, no swimming holes, no trees to climb

I feel younger on my way to work than she looks at play
It must be so hard to be a kid today

You never see them
Catching fireflies in old jelly jars
While the man of the moon talks of fallen stars
Bare feet on the fresh cut lawn
Staying up all night just to race the dawn
Summertime free and too cool for school
Laughing, laughing, laughing like fresh-faced fools

She’s watching cartoons that don’t make any sense
They’re all marketing with some vague pretense
Maybe that’s why she seems too damn mature
Pony tails would clash with her couture

Hold the chocolate milk, she’s sippin’ on a latte
It must be so hard to be a kid today
I wouldn’t want to be a kid today
It seems there just are no more kids today