And I'll ride again We are heroes of the homeland, American remains We live in many faces and answer many names We will not be forgotten, we won't be left behind We'll ride again I am a shotgun rider, For the San Jacinto line, The desert is my brother,

I heard a voice callin' out to me Might've been a vision might've been a dream It said some things will come and some will go We're only here a moment don't you know I don't claim to have all the answers And I've got my share of questions But if I don't

Where is the line? Where is the line? 'Cause some of us aren't blind! Here today, but forgotten tomorrow! When did they assume? Putting on a costume Gave them a right to ostracize Out of the woodwork art aficionados Answer one question? Between your

Girl you really got me bad You really got me bad I'm gonna get you back Gonna get you back I am in misery There ain't nobody Who can comfort me Why won't you answer me?

Defender, protector for you For you, for you! I'm your hero, hero, In the morning, in the evening, Baby even in the afternoon I'm here to catch you when you fall I'm here to answer when you call I got the strength and the nerve Here to protect you and to

Now I put the ice on my chest (I'm doing it) Now I got plaques on the wall (I'm doing it) Now I never answer a call (I'm doing it) Now I gotta house in the west (I'm doing it) There's no way you can tell man that I can't do what I want to (I do what I

Don't want us to lose what we are Don't question it You ain't gotta question it You already know the answer The truth don't make us relevant Hurts but it's necessary Lose what we are So they can't help but to come and hate on it They see what we got and

And I pray they'll find the answer That there's a way to right the wrong And lord while your listen Some troubles of my own I got problems right here at home Fires are burning, up the forests Down along the Amazon There's children starving in Guatemala

I got the answer This ain't a party Get off the dance floor You want the get down Here comes the gang war You're doing alright 'Cause all the good times If we were all like you in the end So hit the lights I'll do it again

And if I recover Will you be my comfort? Or it can be over Or we can just leave it here So pick any number Choose any color I've got the answer Open the envelope Caught out cold, cold