Lyrics

They've been killing off all my heroes Since i was 17 Some have gone on to disappear Mysteriously never to be seen Others get laid out lovingly In a field of green Like the old woman of the desert Or the young surfer by the sea The teachers of such pathways That would only ever teach for free Like the bleeding trailblazers And the sleepy stipulators The wicked wander-lusters Or the clowning crop-dusters When finally turning 40 The losses seemed to quicken Like an extra season gets added To every year just for the stricken Losses by the numbers Disasters by the score When the art of acceptance Won't take part any more Now i amble over 50 And the longest hours move so swiftly I'm approached by those in need of reminder Confusing me with path finder I tell them with a crinkled smile And a smoldering spark eyed glisten To be quiet for just a while And give your own hear t a good listen They've been killing off all your heroes Since you were 17