Heroes

In the back of a downtown dive bar, on a wooden stage in the corner

You stand with your beat-up guitar, already halfway gone

The din of the drunken dreamers who staggered in from the real world

They lift their glasses skyward, and turn the TV on

You’re singing about a bar fight, a shot and a can of High Life

The tears of a girl you just might leave before too long

A lonesome crying coyote, a sweaty held out high note

A cowboy riding backroads away from everyone

But who are you gonna become if all of your hеroes died young

You wake in a strangеr’s bedroom, awash in last night’s cheap booze

And she don’t pretend to know you, she just pulls her work clothes on

You stumble through the weekend, til you finally call your girlfriend

I guess it’s just not working, I guess I’m just a dog

You sit at the kitchen table, a six-pack and a capo

An artist and an asshole, you write all of your wrongs

And your heroes grow unruly, they overdose or just leave

Their lives are fucked up movies and you’ve studied every one

But who are you gonna become if all of your heroes are gone

Who are you gonna become if all of your heroes died young