Heroes - Acoustic

In the back of a downtown dive bar
On a wooden stage in the corner
You stand with your beat-up guitar
Already halfway gone

And the din of the drunken dreamers
Who staggered in from the real world
They lift their glasses skyward
And turn the TV on

And you're singing about a bar fight
A shot, and a can of High Life
The tears of a girl you just might
Leave before too long

And a lonesome crying coyote
A sweaty-held-out high note
A cowboy riding backroads
Away from everyone

But who are you gonna become
If all of your heroes died young?

And you wake in a stranger's bedroom
Awash in last night's cheap booze
And she don't pretend to know you
She just pulls her work clothes on

And you stumble through the weekend
'Til you finally call your girlfriend
I guess it's just not working
I guess I'm just a dog

And you sit at the kitchen table
A six-pack and a capo
An artist and an asshole
You write all of your wrongs

And your heroes grow unruly
They overdose or just leave
Their lives are fucked-up movies
And you've studied every one

But who are you gonna become
If all of your heroes are gone?
Who are you gonna become
If all of your heroes died young?