He doesn't fight crime. Or wear a cape. He doesn't read minds. Or levitate. But every time. My world needs saving. He's my superman. Some folks don't believe in heroes. 'Cause they haven't met my Dad. He loves his workshop. And rock and roll. He's got a hot rod. And a heart of gold. And you could say he's a man. Of few words. But he talks a lot within. And even though I'm a little taller. I still look up to him. He built me a house. In the arms of a tree. He taught me to drive. And to fight and to dream. When he looks in my eyes. I hope he can see. That my Dad's a Hero to me. Rust-ridden fenders. and doors full of dings. Somehow he can fix about anything. I didn't think he knew how to cry. Till our dog died that year. He doesn't always say "I love you". But I can hear him loud and clear. He built me a house. In the arms of a tree. He taught me to drive. And to fight and to dream. When he looks in my eyes. I hope he can see. That my Dad's a Hero to me. He built me a house. In the arms of a tree. He taught me to drive. And to fight and to dream. When he looks in my eyes. I hope he can see. That my Dad's a Hero to me. My Dad's a Hero to me. My Dad's a Hero to me