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, and waiting for a, 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, and waiting for a, and waiting for a miracle.
You rub your palm on the grimy pane
in the hope that you can see (when you're waiting).
You stand up proud, you pretend you're strong
in the hope that you can be (when you're waiting)
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,
while they're waiting for a,
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,
when you're waiting for a,
when you're waiting for a miracle?
You rub your palm on the grimy pane
in the hope that you can see (when you're waiting).
You stand up proud, you pretend you're strong
in the hope that you can be (when you're waiting)
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,
while they're waiting for a,
while they're waiting for a miracle.
While they're waiting for a,
while they're waiting for a,
while they're waiting for a miracle.
While they're waiting for a,
while they're waiting for a,
while they're waiting for a miracle.