It was my senior year I just turned eighteen I was a Friday night hero, with division one dreams I had an offer on the table A four year ride 'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive I left on a stretcher, wound up on a crutch Walked on that next

Sung, female: The way to the lands Where as a hero I stand The path where Beauty met the Beast It's the honesty of these worlds Ruled by magic and mighty swords That makes my soul long for the past In this spellbound night

Low down leaving sun, I've done Did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see I'D best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights Them keep a-haunting me in memories There's one in every crowd, for crying

I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night And he's gotta be fresh from the fight I need a hero I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light He's gotta be sure And it's gotta be soon And he's gotta be larger than life He's

Low down leaving sun, I've done Did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see I'D best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights Them keep a-haunting me in memories There's one in every crowd, for crying

Aways-away and gone awry On a Wichita Monday night (Kelly/Mann) Our super-hero in a maple-leaf cape Was locked in the trunk of a car And he escaped He's a Moosehead muppet on An ex-pat kick Got a valid passport and he's proud of it Prairie boy-wonder why

Leather rebel Hero of the night Blood and thunder Rushing through me Till the dawn of light The sky is turning red Like a renegade All alone I walk through fire Till I crash and blaze

Low down leaving sun, I've done Did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see I'D best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights Them keep a-haunting me in memories There's one in every crowd, for crying

Oh, and Roy Rogers is riding tonight Returning to our silver screens Comic book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes whose stories were told Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains Of roundups and rustlers and home on the range Turn on

Low down leaving sun, I've done Did everything that needs done Woe is me, why can't I see I'D best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights Them keep a-haunting me in memories There's one in every crowd, for crying