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 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