Holding Out for a Hero

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 till 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

Fresh from the fight

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

I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero till 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 till 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

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above

Out where the lightning splits the sea

I would 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 the fire in my blood

Like the fire in my blood, like the fire in my blood

Like the fire in my blood, like the fire in my--