Local Heroes

Nothing's ever as you want it
 Love it comes and disappears
 Hard times and desperate places
 Living up to smoke and mirrors
 All this driving has got me thinking
 About how small I really am
 Playing music in some dark room
 Splitting money with the band
 This one goes out to the gypsies
 This one goes out to the moon
 This one is for the local heroes
 And rock and rollers that went too soon
 Some girls they call me crazy
 Some girls they don't wish me well
 To my face they love and praise me
 To my back they shoot to kill
 So I'm gonna keep on moving
 I'm gonna sing my songs
 To whoever cares to listen
 To whoever sings along
 This one goes out to the gypsies
 This one goes out to the moon
 This one is for the local heroes
 And rock and rollers that went too soon
 This one goes out to the gypsies
 This one goes out to the moon
 This one is for the local heroes
 And rock and rollers that went too soon
 And rock and rollers that went too soon