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 I turn and I 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 sure
and it's gotta be soon
and he's gotta be larger than life