Hope grows between
The cracks in the asphalt
In the down downtown ghetto streets
That contour the government housing Intentions
Of my heart
And 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 have thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There's a man down here, somewhere between
Those Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines
He's raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we've laid down our dreams
And his name is hope
Hope stands high on the fifteenth floor
Of a Christmas tree perched
About the ledge of a fortress of steel
That's trying to hard to be somebody's home
As it seized my attention form I-85
Though the throws of the day were still writhing inside
I lifted my head as I drove home that night
And knew that everything was going to be fine
Who would have thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There's a man down here, somewhere between
Those Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines
He's raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we've laid down our dreams
And his name is hope
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
His name is hope
Everybody wants a little
His name is hope
Everybody wants a little
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
Who would have thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There's a man down here, somewhere between
Those Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines
He's raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we've laid down our dreams
And his name is hope
Can you hear him outside
He's been singing all night
He's saying: "when are you gonna come
Out from behind"
The paper thin walls of your cardboard box reality
The cracks in the asphalt
In the down downtown ghetto streets
That contour the government housing Intentions
Of my heart
And 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 have thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There's a man down here, somewhere between
Those Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines
He's raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we've laid down our dreams
And his name is hope
Hope stands high on the fifteenth floor
Of a Christmas tree perched
About the ledge of a fortress of steel
That's trying to hard to be somebody's home
As it seized my attention form I-85
Though the throws of the day were still writhing inside
I lifted my head as I drove home that night
And knew that everything was going to be fine
Who would have thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There's a man down here, somewhere between
Those Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines
He's raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we've laid down our dreams
And his name is hope
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
His name is hope
Everybody wants a little
His name is hope
Everybody wants a little
His name is hope
Everybody needs a little
Who would have thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There's a man down here, somewhere between
Those Saturday cartoons and the dirty magazines
He's raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we've laid down our dreams
And his name is hope
Can you hear him outside
He's been singing all night
He's saying: "when are you gonna come
Out from behind"
The paper thin walls of your cardboard box reality