No Hero

Heavy like the Ponderosa

We get the gifts we're all supposed to

Distant as a northern star

Wood and whisky, time and tar

The road will fall beneath you

And the journey will defeat you

A sky which knows nothing

Of the weight of your coffin

Bruised and bloodied just like the Lord

The dragon track and catgut chord

Sleeping in a movie set, oh

You grit your teeth and place your bet

On a sky which knows nothing

Of the weight of your coffin

A God who comes knocking

Burnt hair and forgotten

The purpose of burning

A tide for the turning

And the smoke and the glass

Of the dismembered past

No hero

No hero, just a shell

No hero just a shell

Human Hell