Expecting Heroes

Expecting Heroes Weren’t we to be the passioned ones? Born in 1958; we were the world souls. And I heard you Frank Sinatra, said you’d fly me to the moon. What a strange time in my life to get camera shy. But this world is a ring of spells, with secrets it just won’t tell. Through the rock I cut my road and pray my restlessness won’t show. Watch us go through the years...expecting heroes. I see my father comin’ home every night. Me and my sister waitin’ for him out on Washburn Park. He turns the corner in a brand new Chevrolet, painted with colors both proud & dark. But this world is a ring of spells, with secrets it just won’t tell. Through the rock I cut my road and pray my restlessness won’t show. Watch us go through the years...expecting heroes I see a young boy, thinks he’s Superman; red cape & tights, flyin’ like he thinks he can. He’s gettin’ used to flyin at a very early age; who’ll catch him when he’s cryin,’ fallin’ down in rage? Watch him go...Expecting Heroes