They were standing there - they were so near, yet so far away. Were they so unreal? Just a dream of someone to be one day? There was endless fame. They were heroes, now they're souvenirs. And through changing years I can still remember - no quite so clear. Heroes no more - Stay with me still. I dream. I hope. I always will. Now they're mine no more as they stand there in the glowing light. I see every face like my own, but that was another night. Now they're just a dream of the time known ever left to fall. Soon the game begins, but those heroes yours always to recall. Heroes no more - Stay with me still. I dream. I hope. I always will.