We couldn't all become legends and make our mothers and fathers proud
between here and there's the hero with the eyes and the ears of the crowd
pasted to his every breath and word like lost puppies tagging along behind
and we who knew him in simple days have become strangers of the time.
And he...he walks away from some and some away from him
too far from the heart of it all, he still keeps the troops marchin' in
onward and upward, no price too big, no guilt for neglecting shadows dim
he's good at holding the door in the sky with the smiling face of a friend.
And me...he forgets, a solitaire,
of dazzle and shine, alas now resign
as an old tin can, not to see the man
whose name is on the dotted line.
Dear Legend, I'll reassure you, don't worry
I'll never again let you see my fury
no one will know of these games you play
and the carpet-burns on my knees will soon go away.
Yes, I'll reassure you that you are not to blame
for my being left behind
it's not your fault your heart has died
murdered by your mind.
Dear Legend, sadly, I've concluded
you'd not know if I was gone
it's the only thing I've left to do
slip quietly out at dawn.