What's going on with my world today? Is it something profound or is it simply strange?
I really can't tell, so might you suggest an easy way to help me make sense of this mess?
It's okay if you can't, I've been here times before; I survive each time and there'll be many more
It just takes a strong will, or a stubborness; I've got the latter but is it all worth it?
You tell me, "YES!" but I just can't concur when all the world talks about is, "who got hurt?"
And speaking of hurt, why do you still stay? Dealing with a fellow who is clearly not sane

These thoughts consume me and make me stay up real late
Thinking of failures and choices I hadn't the strength to make
I remember you and those of who that I looked up to once
And now I can't help but wonder where have all my heroes gone?

Remember the time that I disappeared? No one does and that's a point that I've always feared
Since my conception as a human being, birthed from a woman who claims she loves me
But how can I know if it's the truth or not when I've been lied to before like with the Santa Claus
Who still brings gifts to those who disbelieve hoping that maybe someone someday will return the deed
But givers can't receive, they only seem to lose despite being the greatest of people who do prove
You don't need a reward to be considered good; it's a reward of the heart, I know this much is true

These thoughts consume me and make me stay up real late
Thinking of failures and choices I hadn't the strength to make
I remember you and those of who that I looked up to once
And now I can't help but wonder where have all my heroes gone?

I lost the point somewhere inside these words but does it matter if it's a point that no one heard?
A tree falls in the woods and then someone dies, or maybe that's just the leaves telling us all lies
I don't believe there's a way we can ever know so we might as well start up the car and go
Somewhere far away where the crazies can play; a place where I can feel at home and not feel insane
It's a haunted feeling of being completely trapped; it's time to escape and break free of this lapse
And maybe make the world a better place for me and you; It might help me out to do something good

These thoughts consume me and make me stay up real late
Thinking of failures and choices I hadn't the strength to make
I remember you and those of who that I looked up to once
And now I can't help but wonder where have all my heroes gone?
Where have all my heroes gone?