Between The Cracks

G hope grows between cracks in the asphault Em in the downtown ghetto streets that contour D G the government housing intentions of my heart no one notices the daisies don’t care Em about gang related violence D as long as they get enough air and water and sun C they’re all just fine Em G who would’ve thought it but life is finding a way D through this wasteland of cynics , concrete , and pain Em there’s a man down here somewhere between G the saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines D he’s raising the dead in the graveyards C where we’ve laid down our dreams G his name is hope G hope stands high on the 15th floor Em on a christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress D G of steel that’s trying to hard to be somebody’s home Em as it sees my attention from i - 85 though the throws of the day were still writhing inside D i lifted my head as i drove home that night and knew C everything was gonna be fine Em G who would’ve thought it but life is finding a way D through this wasteland of cynics , concrete , and pain Em there’s a man down here not worried or afraid G that some politician forgot all the promises he made D and he’s raising the dead in the graveyards C where we’ve laid down our dreams G his name is hope C his name is hope D everybody needs a little x2 C his name is hope D everybody wants a little x2 C his name is hope D everybody needs a little Em G D C Em there’s a man down here not worried or afraid G that some politician forgot all the promises he made D and he’s raising the dead in the graveyards C where we’ve laid down our dreams G his name is hope G can you hear him outside he’s been singing all night Em he’s saying when you gonna come out from behind D C these paper thin walls , your cardboard box realities