Bruce Cockburn - Waiting For A Miracle

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