Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where"s the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?
Isn"t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of what I need

I need a hero
I"m holding out for a hero "til the end of the night
He"s gotta be strong
And he"s gotta be fast
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

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there"s someone somewhere
Watching me

Through the wind end the chill and the rain
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood