If I get lost on the far side of the moon,

I will follow the firefly back home.

Through the pitch black mountains and the deep dark craters.

I will follow the firefly back home.

Through the emptiness of space and the alien terrain,

I will follow the firefly back home.

Through the endless silence and the infinite loneliness,

I will follow the firefly back home.

When I thirst for human touch and idle conversations.

When I hunger for company, the antidote to feeling alone,

When there isn’t a single soul over yonder,

I will follow the firefly back home.

I may suffocate or run out of breath.

I may dehydrate and starve to death.

But if I get lost on the far side of the moon,

I will follow the firefly back home.