Here I stand, old and bitter My wicked fingers ache and creak to pull the old strings taught How could I beat a higher bidder I gave to you my best years and you told me they were naught Nothing but fool's possessions you let slip Through your fingers Oh but you Told me how the saints, they love the sinners I thought I'd found myself the king The rolling hero, hercules Saviour to the gnashing teeth Bring the music, let them sing Oh All these crooked paths I called a kingdom They're all gone But my legs know only what I've taught them So I'll walk on I thought I'd found myself the king The rolling hero, hercules Saviour to the gnashing teeth Bring the music, let them sing Oh here I am Here I am Here I am And there you go There you go There you go Here I am Here I am Here I am And there you go There you go There you go