Little girl, only 17 years old, life just got in the way, don't know what to say She's heard it all before, lying on her bedroom floor, thinking my life has to be worth more She dreams of going to New York City, her heart's already there, but her head's fighting a war Little girl, only 17 years old, looking for a star, but it's just too dark When dreams get a little bit wider, and it's hard to swim across the water And the scars get a little bit deeper, and the flame turns into a fire Tonight, when you need a way out, someone to lean on, some kind of hero Is there one you're looking to meet? I'm staring back at you, baby Baby, you're my hero Baby, you're my hero Baby, you're my hero Old man trying to make it on his own, looking at the space where his wife once was Wants to find her something to believe in, he hears a knock at the door this evening She says, I'm going to New York City to follow my dreams, would you come with me? Little girl, only 17 years old, looking at the stars in her granddad's eyes And the streams get a little bit wider, but together they cross the river And the scars get a little bit lighter, and the sky looks a little brighter Tonight, when you need a way out, someone to lean on, some kind of hero Is there one you're looking to meet? I'm staring back at you, baby Baby, you're my hero Baby, you're my hero Baby, you're my hero