Guy Picciotto - Greys

There goes my hero

He lives right down the street

There goes my hero

He plays the same guitar as me

When I see him

Flying I have to stare

I want to be like him

Every day in every way

You do what I do

I do it too

You do what I do

I do it because of you

When I see him in the sky

It makes me think I could fly

Just an ordinary guy

He’s a friend of mine

There goes my hero

There goes my hero

There goes my hero

There goes