Somewhere down the line, we found the riddle and the rhyme, like two notes played out of time. Now we don't feel the score, no, no. Somehow through the years, we let the laughter turn to tears. And all those feelings once so clear, just aren't here anymore, anymore. And sometimes I wish we were heroes in the setting sun, right on together when the story's done. No said goodbyes, no alibis, just two heroes waving from the back of a train. Two heroes never feeling all of the pain of heartbreaking ending, of knowing the ending is near and it's time for goodbye. But so much for heroes, we could never be alone, because heroes don't cry. Someone used to say, love is a wind that goes astray, stirs a heart then blows away. Oh, but who's to say what makes it go, but you know I wish we were heroes in the setting sun, right on together when the story's done. No said goodbyes, no alibis, just two heroes waving from the back of a train. Two heroes never feeling all of the pain of heartbreaking ending, of knowing the ending is near and it's time for goodbye. But so much for heroes, we could never be alone, because heroes don't cry. And sometimes I wish we were heroes in the setting sun, right on together when the story's done. Right on together. Two heroes waving from the back of a train. Two heroes never feeling all of the pain. And sometimes I wish we were heroes in the setting sun, right on together when the story's done. Two heroes waving from the back of a train. Two heroes never feeling all of the pain.