where have all the good men gone
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 turn and i dream of what i need...
somewhere after midnight
in my wildest fantasy
somewhere just beyond my reach
there's someone reaching back for me
racing on the thunder and rising with the heat
it's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet...
up where the mountains meet the heavens above
out where the lightning spilts the sea
i could swear there is someone somewhere watching me
through the wind and the chill and the rain
and the storm and the flood
i can feel his approach
like a fire in my blood...
i'm holding on for a hero 'til the end of the night
and 'till the morning light...
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