Thank you. Where have all the good men gone and where are all the gods?
Where's the street wide earth the least to fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white night upon the fire's feet?
Late at night I pass and I turn and I dream of what I see
I'm holding on for a hero till the end of the night
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fast from the fight
I'm holding on for a hero to the morning light.
He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be tuned and he's gotta be larger than mine.
He's gonna kill me all right.
He's gonna kill me all right.
He's gonna kill me all right.
He's gonna kill me all right. Somewhere after midnight in my wild fantasy
Some will just be on my reach
And some are reaching back to me
Wrestling on the thunder and the rising wind of heat It's gonna take a Superman to sweep me up on me
I'm holding on for a hero to the end of the night
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be mad
And he's gotta be bred from the fight
I'm holding on for a hero to the morning light
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be smooth and he's gotta be light to the light
I'm holding on for a hero till the end of the night. Thank you.
