Heroes

He brought the war home with him.
Still got sand in his boots.
Hes wrestling with the demons and the cold hard truth.
And something aint right about him.
He came back different.
Something in his eyes said hed seen too much,
Something in his leg said hed had enough.
Heroes, everybody needs heroes.
Even heroes need a little help.
Heroes cant always be heroes.
Whos gonna save the hero from himself?
He had a picture from Baghdad, with him and hos buddies.
Theyre just horsin around, gettin ready.
One by one, he watched them die.
Just scared kids and he dont know why.
Hes the only one to make it out alive.
Heroes, everybody needs heroes.
Even heroes need a little help.
Heroes cant always be heroes.
Whos gonna save the hero from himself?
Ten thousand clicks away in his head
He could smell the smoke, he could smell the dead
A silver star and a pistol in a drawer
Morphine just aint working no more.
Heroes, everybody needs heroes.
Even heroes need a little help.
Heroes cant always be heroes.
Whos gonna save the hero from himself?