Heroes

He brought the war home with him
Still got sand in his boots
He’s still wrestling with the demons
And the cold hard truth

Something ain’t right about him
He came back different
Something in his eyes said he’d seen too much
Something in his legs said he’d had enough

Heroes, everybody needs heroes
Even heroes need a little help
Oh heroes can’t always be heroes
Oh who’s gonna save the hero from himself

Got a picture from Baghdad of him and his buddies
Horsing around and getting ready
One by one he watched ‘em die
Just scared kids and he don’t know why
He’s the only one to make it out alive

Ten thousand klicks away in his head
He can still smell the smoke, he can still smell the dead
Silver star and a pistol in the drawer
And the morphine ain’t workin’ anymore