Nada Hero

You asked me last week
What I thought I’d do with my life

Told my mom that I’m doing it
Yeah, told my dad that I’m doing it
Brother, I’m doing it
Everyone that I’m doing it
Yeah yeah

How about that first time you met me?
Boy was I on one
How bout the first time we did it?
Boy did we seem young
How bout that first time I told you
I’m gonna write some song?
Do you remember that?
On the floor of the Jetsons?
These days fill so fast

And I’m never gonna be a hero
Yup, Vassar taught me all that
But I’ll still dream of the pasture
With a yard, front and back
And I’m gonna pray for the helpless
With some prayers that I got from writing
These sounds or songs to relate to
That keep each other from fighting

Now I’m doing it
And the only way to make it official
Is to blow real loud on the whistle
When the church bells ring I might miss em
But my truthful air gonna kiss em
I’m a thirsty punk with some wisdom
Cause I sing I don’t how to listen

How about that?
How about the reason you like me?
That’s cause I write songs
I know you tell me that’s not it
But how could I be wrong?
Got my resume, got no armor
Nothing commendable
I’m not a hero, no no
Told you so
(And this is the only time
I can make this sound)