Hercules, Christ & Buddha walk into a bar…

Bartender: (Looks at Hercules) Free drinks for the son of god!
Hercules: Thanks!
Bartender: (Looks at Christ) Free drinks for the son of god!
Christ: Thanks!
Bartender: (Looks at Buddha) So, what do you want?
Buddha: Inner Peace.
Bartender: That’ll be $7.75.

A man rode in to town, but no one knows his name, where he came from or how things got this way.
Well that man he decided to stay. He said, “You can call me Jesse James.”
He walks right up to the painted figurine and says, “Babe, I know you ain’t the one to blame.”
She asked him if he’d like to sign her cast. He says, “That’s okay babe, not today.”

He goes over to the poet, the Joker and the aging chain smoker.
He says, “How are you goodfellas doing today? They say, “You see that star in the sky? It means we best be on our way.”
Jesse says, “My friends that’s the sun.” The goodfellas say, “We know that’s why we got to run.
Have a good day Mr. James, maybe we’ll meet again up there someday.”

- This is the story of Jesse James and Firefly
And how they lived out the rest of their lives
In a simple town know only as Riddle.
This is the story of Jesse James and Firefly. -

Jesse stumbled over to the men that have come home. He says, “You remind me of me and how I use to roam.”
Jesse looked in the eyes of the first man who said his name was Robin Hood.
Jesse locked eyes with the second man who said, “My names Jesus Christ, how you been?”
Jesse went over to the third man, but it was just a mirror.

In middle town Jesse found a man, who made enough food for two, and a ship going down.
Feeling parched Jesse heads for the bar. When he opens the doors he sees a man headed east.
Another man bust in waving his gun around his head. The man headed east is now laying dead.
Jesse sits down at the bar and ordered a drink. And he then realizes someone is sitting next to him

- This is the story of Jesse James and Firefly
And how they lived out the rest of their lives
In a simple town know only as Riddle.
This is the story of Jesse James and Firefly. -

It’s a lady who says, “I like the way you play Mr. James… I like the way you play.”
Jesse is struck by the Lady. He thinks its what she said, but then realizes it is something to do with her eyes.
“I recognize everyone else in this town,” he says, “but you seem familiar in a unfamiliar way.”
She says, “I just arrived yesterday… Wait… maybe it was tomorrow.”

He says, “My name is Jesse James.” She says, “I know.” He says, “What you go by?” She says, “The Lady with fireflies for eyes.”
He says, “That’s mouthful, how about I just call you Firefly?” She thinks for a moment and says, “Yeah, that’s fine.”

- This is the story of Jesse James and Firefly
And how they lived out the rest of their lives
In a simple town know only as Riddle.
This is the story of Jesse James and Firefly
And how they lived out the rest of their lives
In a simple town know only as Riddle.
This is the story of Jesse James and Firefly. -

She had fireflies for eyes
He only knew what he did not know
Like how cold it could grow

And then she would walk into the room
And it felt like summer but it was not June
It was her at the end of January

When he looked at the fireflies dancing in her eyes
He felt like the jack-o’-lantern of July
He took in his breath and let out a sigh

Only to find she had brought him cheese and wine
In return he made her a sign
But it’s probably much too hard to find

So she took him by the hand and led him to the floor
And while he danced, she soared
And she seems a muse as she floats above the floor

And he looks into her eyes that are filled with fireflies
They circle around like the halo of an angel and they glow
Yes they glow

What once seemed lost when the ship went down
Now seems found
A queen without a crown

He hears what she sees she sees what he hears
As the windows rearrange into doors it becomes
clear

As she looks into his eyes
And says I’m not sure how long this can last
He says I understand

The flame that burns twice as bright
Burns half as long
And we have burned so very bright

He finds himself trading his mind for more time
To watch the sunrise
With the lady who has fireflies for eyes

She has fireflies for eyes

- Dedicated to the Lady who has fireflies for eyes

What are the costs of making something great? What do the many know of sacrifice? Is it not true that you must first have, to be able to sacrifice? With nothing to give what good is it to meet with the Devil at the crossroads? What good is the answer if you were not asking the right question?