Look at them working in the hot sun The pilloried saints and the fallen ones Working and waiting for the night to come
And waiting for a miracle Somewhere out there is a place that´s cool Where peace and balance are the rule Working toward a future like some kind of mystic jewel And waiting for a miracle You rub your palm On the grimy pane In the hope that you can see You stand up proud You pretend you´re strong In the hope that you can be Like the ones who´ve cried Like the ones who´ve died Trying to set the angel in us free While they´re waiting for a miracle Struggle for a dollar, scuffle for a dime Step out from the past and try to hold the line
So how come history takes such a long, long time When you´re waiting for a miracle You rub your palm On the grimy pane In the hope that you can see You stand up proud You pretend you´re strong In the hope that you can be Like the ones who´ve cried Like the ones who´ve died Trying to set the angel in us free