John Mark McMillan - Between The Cracks lyrics
[John Mark McMillan - Between The Cracks lyrics]
Hope grows between the cracks in the asphalt
In the 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 too hard to be somebody's home
As it seized my attention from I85
Though the throes 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 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
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?"
In the 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 too hard to be somebody's home
As it seized my attention from I85
Though the throes 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 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
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?"