Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where's the streetwise 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 gotta be fresh from the fight
Till the morning light
He's gotta be sure and he's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
Larger than life
Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasies
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
Upwhere the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I could 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 a fire in my blood
burn, burn, burn...
I'm holding out for a her
evil is evil. Smaller or larger. There is no difference