Some Kind of Hero
Will you do for me a favour, piano man, please?
I want you to write me a song
Cuz they call me the hero of Antelope's Run
And I got to show them they're wrong
You see, it all started a week ago
In the bar down on corridor three
There was nobody there, but us regular bums
Two losers, the barman, and me
Knocking down booze in the north corner booth
Was the old man they called Captain Jed
Cuz he owned a trap freighter, the old Antelope
A ship, that like him was half dead
Now, Molly they say was a crack pilot once
And a gal with a brilliant career
But then she started doping on Regulus 1
And she finally washed out down here
And there was me, I wanted the navy bad
And it seems that they didn't want me
So I stopped chasing stars, started sweeping up bars
For bed, board and all my drinks free
It was quiet that night, with the docks closed down
There was nothing due in for a week
Not a ship was in port, but the old Antelope
Then the red alert started to shriek
And the whole station shook like a hurt living thing
And the lights dimmed and faded away
And the gravity went, and the air pumps cut out
And the bartender started to pray
"Ah, stow that bilge! Head for the Antelope now,"
Jed's voice cut the dark like a knife
"'Cause the stations reactor's gone critical load,
So run for the docks for your life"
When we got to the docks we found waiting out there
Every soul that had been left alive
And the begged with their eyes for old Captain Jed
To tell them all how to survive
"Go break out the suits," said the Captain to them
"'Cause it's dark and it's airless and cold
But I swear I can get you all out of here safe
Packed into the Antelope's hold"
"Molly, my girl, can you navigate?"
"Aye, but who do we have for a crew?"
"Oh the Antelope needs only three hands," he said
And I think our tall friend there will do"
Well the confident look that he flashed at me then
Made my heart there turn over with pride
And I never thought once about backing away,
I think I would rather have died
Two hundred alive in the Antelope's hold
And the Captain, and Molly, and me
We slammed the lock just as the station blew wide
And it the main just to get free
With that kind of G-force, it's rough on the heart
Too much, for the old boy to take
So when we came around and we saw how he lay
Well, we knew Captain Jed wouldn't wake
So, I took the Comm, and the engineer boards
And Molly was held at the Nav
With the manual spread out all over the deck
And her mind for what they didn't have
She look-worked at the comp like a crazy machine
Though her hands shook like grass in the breeze
But her skills were still sharp and she jumped us three times
Never minding the shakes of DTs
It was three jumps made clean only one more was left
When the ships alarm started to blast
Our old worn out seals had come loose in the stress
We were loosing our heat and air fast
On the bridge there was only one vacuum suit left
They say Lady Luck is stone-blind
"Heads or tails?" was the question I started to ask
And I felt myself hit from behind
When I came to again, I was sealed in the suit
She was belted down tight in her chair
With her hands on the console, a smile on her lips
And ice-crystals frosting her hair
“Here's the instructions to get us all home”
I saw she had left on the screen
“And if any old ship mate should ask after Mol
You just tell them she finally died clean”
Well, I made that last jump just like she told me to
And I brought the ship in like she said
And they call me a hero now for what I did,
But they don't mention Molly or Jed!
So, you write me that song now, piano man, please
And sing it out often and loud
So they all know the story of one kind of hero
A kind to make anyone proud
'Cause some kind of heroes are lunk-heads like me
Who only do what they are told
And some kind of heroes are out for the glory
Their heroes on purpose, cold
And some become heroes from bravery, sure
And some just because all is lost
But the few are the heroes like Molly and Jed
Who just give without counting the cost!
I want you to write me a song
Cuz they call me the hero of Antelope's Run
And I got to show them they're wrong
You see, it all started a week ago
In the bar down on corridor three
There was nobody there, but us regular bums
Two losers, the barman, and me
Knocking down booze in the north corner booth
Was the old man they called Captain Jed
Cuz he owned a trap freighter, the old Antelope
A ship, that like him was half dead
Now, Molly they say was a crack pilot once
And a gal with a brilliant career
But then she started doping on Regulus 1
And she finally washed out down here
And there was me, I wanted the navy bad
And it seems that they didn't want me
So I stopped chasing stars, started sweeping up bars
For bed, board and all my drinks free
It was quiet that night, with the docks closed down
There was nothing due in for a week
Not a ship was in port, but the old Antelope
Then the red alert started to shriek
And the whole station shook like a hurt living thing
And the lights dimmed and faded away
And the gravity went, and the air pumps cut out
And the bartender started to pray
"Ah, stow that bilge! Head for the Antelope now,"
Jed's voice cut the dark like a knife
"'Cause the stations reactor's gone critical load,
So run for the docks for your life"
When we got to the docks we found waiting out there
Every soul that had been left alive
And the begged with their eyes for old Captain Jed
To tell them all how to survive
"Go break out the suits," said the Captain to them
"'Cause it's dark and it's airless and cold
But I swear I can get you all out of here safe
Packed into the Antelope's hold"
"Molly, my girl, can you navigate?"
"Aye, but who do we have for a crew?"
"Oh the Antelope needs only three hands," he said
And I think our tall friend there will do"
Well the confident look that he flashed at me then
Made my heart there turn over with pride
And I never thought once about backing away,
I think I would rather have died
Two hundred alive in the Antelope's hold
And the Captain, and Molly, and me
We slammed the lock just as the station blew wide
And it the main just to get free
With that kind of G-force, it's rough on the heart
Too much, for the old boy to take
So when we came around and we saw how he lay
Well, we knew Captain Jed wouldn't wake
So, I took the Comm, and the engineer boards
And Molly was held at the Nav
With the manual spread out all over the deck
And her mind for what they didn't have
She look-worked at the comp like a crazy machine
Though her hands shook like grass in the breeze
But her skills were still sharp and she jumped us three times
Never minding the shakes of DTs
It was three jumps made clean only one more was left
When the ships alarm started to blast
Our old worn out seals had come loose in the stress
We were loosing our heat and air fast
On the bridge there was only one vacuum suit left
They say Lady Luck is stone-blind
"Heads or tails?" was the question I started to ask
And I felt myself hit from behind
When I came to again, I was sealed in the suit
She was belted down tight in her chair
With her hands on the console, a smile on her lips
And ice-crystals frosting her hair
“Here's the instructions to get us all home”
I saw she had left on the screen
“And if any old ship mate should ask after Mol
You just tell them she finally died clean”
Well, I made that last jump just like she told me to
And I brought the ship in like she said
And they call me a hero now for what I did,
But they don't mention Molly or Jed!
So, you write me that song now, piano man, please
And sing it out often and loud
So they all know the story of one kind of hero
A kind to make anyone proud
'Cause some kind of heroes are lunk-heads like me
Who only do what they are told
And some kind of heroes are out for the glory
Their heroes on purpose, cold
And some become heroes from bravery, sure
And some just because all is lost
But the few are the heroes like Molly and Jed
Who just give without counting the cost!