March 2025
Holding Out for A Hero
by Jim Steinman and Dean Pitchford;
Changes by Debra Milligan
Where have all the good men gone
and where are all the gods?
Where’s the street-wise Hercules
to fight the rising odds?
Isn’t there a white knight
upon a fiery steed?
Late at night
I toss and turn
and
I dream of what I need.
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero
’til the end of the night.
He’s gotta be strong
and he’s gotta be fast
and he’s gotta be fresh
from the fight.
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero
’til the morning light.
He’s gotta be sure
and he’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life.
Somewhere after midnight
in my wildest fantasy
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.
I need a hero
I’m holding out for a hero
’til the end of the night.
He’s gotta be strong
and he’s gotta be fast
And he’s gotta be fresh
from the fight.
Up where the mountains
meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning
splits the sea
I know there’s someone
somewhere
watching me
through the wind and the chill
and the rain
through the storm
and through the flood
I can feel his approach
like the fire in my blood
like the fire in my blood.
I’m holding out for a hero
’til the morning light.
He’s gotta be sure
and he’s gotta be soon
And he’s gotta be larger than life.
Here comes my hero
I see him in the morning light.
He’s swift and he’s sure
I need worry no more
about the end of the night.
Here comes my hero . . .