Lyrics:

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 While they're waiting for a miracle