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