between the cracks

Lyrics

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 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 too hard, to be somebody's home, as it seized, my attention from i-85, though the throes of the day were, still writhing inside, i lifted my head, as i drove home that night, and knew that everything, was gonna 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, 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 hear him outside, he's been singing all night, he's saying, "when are you gonna, come out from behind", these paper thin walls of your, cardboard box reality