Don't Want A Hero

How Hard is it to turn the key and lock the door behind you?
How hard is it to fly away where nobody can find you?
Is it easy enough to board that plane knowing where you'll go?
And the storm in the sky and the storm in my eyes is surely about to fall.

The dirt on the ground, deadened and grey,
A constant headache in my mind disguised like masquerade.
The bullets and teams together to gather,
I Never wanted a hero. I just want a father.
Be the person you are without bullets and screams,
Don't want to see you all jumpy and shaken by the seams.
The Bullets and teams together to gather.
I Never wanted a hero. I just want a father