Songtext von Between The Cracks

Hope grows between cracks in the asphault In the downtown ghetto streets that contour The government housing intentions of my heart No one notices the daisies don't care About gang related violence As long as they get enough air and water and sun They're all just fine Who would've thought it but life is finding a way Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain There's a man down here somewhere between The saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines He's raising the dead in the graveyards Where we've laid down our dreams His name is hope Hope stands high on the 15th floor On a christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress A steel that's trying to hard to be somebody's home As it sees my attention from I-85 though the throws of the day Were still writhing inside I lifted my head as I drove home that night and knew Everything was gonna be fine Who would've thought it but life is finding a way Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain There's a man down here not worried or afraid That some politician forgot all the promises he made And he's raising the dead in the graveyards Where we've laid down our dreams His name is hope Can you hear him outside he's been singing all night He's saying when you gonna come out from behind These paper thin walls, your cardboard box realities Who would've thought it but life is finding a way Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain There's a man down here not worried or afraid That some politician forgot all the promises he made And he's raising the dreams in the graveyards Where we've laid down our dead His name is hope