Holding Out For a Hero

Where have all 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.
Larger than life...

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 splits the sea,
I could swear that there’s 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 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!

He’s gotta be strong
And he’s gotta be fast,
And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight!