Between The Cracks by John Mark Mcmillan 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 www.TAB6.com