Blockbuster

Billy is from a small town
They know him by his name
He dreams that we, his hound, and he
Go on some great Heartland adventure
But Billy is not the lead man
Whose name has slipped my mind
And a screenplay's touch is not that much
To go on, still it's all I remember

The hero takes his hands
And speaks the goodness in black and white:
Go on home, son
Go on, and kiss your mom goodnight

I'm here most every Friday
For the company, I guess
So when it's late and there's no date
To go on, I still can watch someone kiss
Now Billy is browsing the thrillers
Because he's grounded from online pics
And the girl he's seeing is sweet sixteen
Going on seventeen million hits

A hero would take his hands
O, I wish I'd say and I wish he might
Go on home, son
Go on, and kiss your mom goodnight

The chains will come, the chains will go
But Main Street stays the same
A keepsake in a frame
At three nights for three dollars
And Billy is not my name
But Billy is all the name he had
To go on
And all the Billys just like me
Know that names don't really matter

The hero will take my hands
Then I'm not alone and I know he's right
Go on home, son
Go on, and kiss yourself goodnight
Go on home, son
Go on, and kiss yourself goodnight