Heroes - Guy Clark

He brought the war home with him

Still got sand in his boots

He’s wrestling with the demons

In the cold, hard truth

As some may write about him

He came back different

Something in his eyes

Said he’d seen to much

Something in his legs

Said he’d had enough

Heroes, everybody needs heroes

Even heroes need a little help

Heroes can’t always be heroes

Who’s going to save the hero from himself?

Got a picture from Bagdad

Of him and his buddies

And his horsing around, getting ready

One by one, he watched them die

Just scared kids, and he don’t know why

He’s the only one to make it out alive

Ten thousand clicks away in his head

He can smell the smoke

He could smell the dead

Silver Star and a pistol in a drawer

Morphine just ain’t working no more