fifteen long years
on a losing streak
and a lot of bodies unburied
and there comes a time
when you cannot turn the other cheek
you have got to ride the ferry
past the battered old bodies
of dead dead dreamers
past the tethered and fettered and
deskbound schemers
the punks and the drunks and the
bad guitar players and the dewy eyed
teenage dragon slayers
you come to this place
where you can say i
just want to work with you
as we do the things that we know
we have to do
ever hopeful and ever blue we
do the things that we know we have to do
and though we all know deep down in our hearts
that someday this will all fall apart
for right now let's just be
heroes
the telegraph man
took a break today he
pulled out all the wires
he looked out the window at the
rainy rainy day and he
wondered about the future of fire
as he leaned back in his chair
with a long cold fishy eyed stare
he looked like december until he
remembered
the day he'd said i
just want to work with you
as we do the tings that we
know we have to do ever
hopeful and ever
blue we do the things the things that we know we
have to do
yeh we both know deep down in our hearts
someday this will all fall apart
for right now let's just be
heroes