Held them hostagenYou cried Let those people go!nOn the TVnDidn't even make the shotnOn the weekendnBurn a house on every blocknPut on the recordnWhere the music fades to nothingnI'm gonennWas it the fear of the roar and the oncoming headlights?nWas it the weight of the sky on a moonless midnight?nnWalk tall like a man's supposed to (x2)nnBe a heronTo a crowd of empty bottlesnYou broke your own heartnBut you can always find another