See, it's easy to chock up On lost luck or talent tripped up And left lying down there on the ground We lie on our legends Like a whore hoping the next trick pays up We lie about legends sure the next ones won't come along The what could have beens are simply all gone The old yardsticks are hard sticks to break So unplug the electric warrior Send a telegram to Uncle Sam "The old glories, the old stories fade" Some are bound for glory, and others just bound Neither one ever stopped this world from turning around So pick up the slack of the heroes and the hacks Turn your back, forgetin' Bolan's crash Hold on to memories just like a band aid Let them heal, and then, then rip them away Bleed out that red hot real for all the people to steal Toss the crutches of maybes away Some are bound for glory, and others just bound Neither one ever stopped this world from turning around So pick up the slack of the heroes and the hacks Turn your back, forgetin' Bolan's crash