John Mark Mcmillan - 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