please type these lyrics

[HERO]

1. Blazing a trail to the southern cities from the streets of our hometown


Basement bars we played from the heart


in the company of our friends


You're cool and cred like Fogerty


I'm Elvis Presley in the 70’s


You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label


You're the buffet, I'm just the table


I'm a Ford Temple, you're a Maserati


You're The Great One, I'm Marty McSorley


You're the Concorde, I'm economy


We used to midnight run to The Vesta Lunch -- cheese burgers and chocolate shakes


And once I got drunk with Jeff, I told him I was in love with you


But I love you like a brother so I guess that half of it was true



I'm sure it's been said in the finer print


You make me look legitimate



You're cool and cred like Fogerty


I'm Elvis Presley in the 70's


You're the Concorde, I'm economy




2. It's complicated


Technically I'm certified


A walking declaration


Of everything I couldn't get right


Time is just an anchor

But seven years I think I'm right

And now you've changed your number

It's like a noose around my life

For every pill I took in vain

Every meal for you I made

Every penny I put away

Asking for flowers

Is like asking you to be nice

Don't tell me you're too tired

10 years I've been working nights


My life is like a picture

Left out too long in the sun

Now I'm trying to remember all the faces of the names I've loved

And all that's left of me now is a cigarette burning bright

And a fading memory of all the things I tried to get right

Every pill I took in vain

Every meal for you I made

Every plan I tried to make


Every bill I went and paid

Every card I signed my name

Every time I poured my heart out

Every threat you made to move out


Every cruel word you let just slip out

Every cruel word you let just slip out

And asking for flowers

Is like asking you to be nice

Don't tell me you're too tired

Ten years I've been working nights . . . .








3. What a surprise

Wearing your disguise on the telephone line


I know it pleased you to know I needed you and your time

You play the game

Not saying either way, but you know


Could've made it real quick

Saved me the guilt trip and just said no


Are you writing this all down?


This conversation

Alienation in your tone

I've got no clue from your point of view and your time zone

I wouldn't have asked—saved you the task—if it weren't for real


Trading a daughter

Two thousand dollars for a national steel


Are you writing this all down?




4. Going down in the same old town down the same street to the same bar


And the same old faces saying hi and I don't care


Going down in the same old bar and I know I don't even order anymore


I am so sick of consequence and the look on your face


I am tired of playing defense


And I don't even have hockey skates


You can meet me at ten thirty


But I won't be there I'll be gone


We can talk like we are friends


Going over it all again


Talking about everything I am doing wrong.


Do you wish that your nose was longer so you'd have an excuse not to see past it?


Do you wish that the lights were brighter in the city that you live?


I am so sick of consequence and the look on your face


I am tired of playing defense


And I don't even have hockey skates


You can meet me at ten thirty


But I won't be there I'll be gone


We can talk like we are friends


Going over it all again


Talking about everything I am doing wrong


And do you think your boys club will crumble


Just because of a loud-mouthed girl?